Nostahlgia Quinn - No Warrantz Lyrics

This is a warnin
This is a warnin
This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
Bomin' in yo house we kick the door no warrant
Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane lil bitch i'm soarin'
Off the codeine, the lean, you know, we trippin' we snorin'
Your boy gone get "pookie loc'd" yea he gone be snorin'
Dump his body in a bag, switching lanes we in a jag
In Helmut Lang
In Heron Preston
In Rick I'm flexing
Your bitch she texting
You already know I'm on top so I can't be up next bitch
I'm rocking spider like "Free the goat" because I am the next him
Niggas be talkin' a lot but when it's time to pull the trigger they choke
That's why i don't f*ck with these niggas, my niggas gone ride and slide give a reason to boast
Bitch it's 7STAR, it's 7SLIME, give 'em a reason to post
Put him on a poster in the sky give 'em a hashtag to post
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
Comin' in yo house we kick the door no warrant
Big B, Triple B, Leave you snorin'
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
Bomin' through yo house we kick the door no warrant
I might just set ya' crib on fire and let the flames engulf it
Same nigga dickridin' trying to see how i got all my connections?
Now you tryin' to act tuff? boy you ain't got nothing to test this
Might as well go ahead and tell 'em make that tribute necklace
Tell your family make that tribute necklace
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warning
I'll make it slow I want you to bleed out, want you to think about what you did
And leave no evidence
Triple B lil bitch it's Seven Star you know we hell sent
P.M.C private money club got all dead presidents