Warning Shots - Intellectual

(Intro : Unknown)

You think you hard, you not hard, at all

What you gonna do homie? keep fucking crying like a bitch?

Or you gone get sum nuts up out yaself?

(Chorus)

Undead running shit I get you mopped up

Natural selection when the Glock bust

Now you got 'ya little hands all wrapped up

You ain't want me to reload, bitch don't act tough

(Don't act tough)

(Verse)

Undead ain't a dumper, Ima muhfuckin' dropper

Notorious with the choppa

Have 'em like who shot 'ya?

Internet talker, Ima real like monster

Aim it at 'ya baby-momma, aim it at 'ya doctor

You want war? Bring the heat like a sauna

Running that mouth you just like the drama

Watch him run, beat his ass like a boxer

You ain't tote shit, I tote grenade launchers

Faggot ass nigga, I could tell by 'ya posture

21 savage nigga, all I do is slaughter

Fake story ass, Niggas wannabe authors

Walk 'round this bitch, better move with caution

Dump a whole drum violence my only option

Yea, violence my only option

Running that mouth, Undead rise conjure

Face plant in the dirt, Only real prosper

(Bridge)

Yea! It's the demon in this bitch!!

We sending warning shots then we start aiming for 'ya head!!

Blow 'ya fuckin' face off faggot!