SECOND WARNING Lyrics – .223Jerm

SECOND WARNING Lyrics by .223Jerm

b#tches tryna rob they {?} gone catch this tec
Aimin at yo mans and i’m aimin at yo head
Pumpin on supreme while you pumpin on lead
f#ckin on your sister then i f#ck a best friend

Pull up at the scene then i let it just bop
Said you really bout it like n#gg# no stop
Man i hear the cops gotta watch out for my spot
Get the crack rock then i hide it in my sock

Got my n#gg#s whippin dope
{?} shipments on the low
{?} my strap gone
f#ck yo b#tch then she get {?}

50 extendo when i load my clip
Aimin it through and it’s all at yo crib
I don’t give a f#ck probably might shoot your kids
n#gg# know me cause i’m all about my chips

I bought my green by my broccoli
b#tch i’m hardcore like i’m holly
Got that hoe geekin off molly
And she jump on my dick like a oli

I beat his #ss for the cash and the work
Why he act big he a {?} gettin merked
b#tches in the back got wet like surf
I got hoes sippin perfect slurps

If he act hard i might kill him no joke
I made that b#tch gimme weed front of store
That n#gg# cappin he ain’t with the cult
She suck my dick while i {?}

f#ck b#tch
On my f#ck sh#t
Told that drum clip
I’m bout to dump sh#t

Been up on my dumb sh#t
Ay i got the dump b#tch
On my f#ck sh#t
On my

Yuh ok
83
Ay
Bust down her walls like {?} interior

How i’m boutta blow this f#ckin rocket like i’m syria
Eat your hoe for breakfast {?} cereal
My choppa gettin serious i put him on his period
Smokin k2 lil b#tch i go delirious

Straight f#ckin faggot stop talkin bout you curious
I be eatin up your hoe
And i’m murderin the floor
Imma really up a pole and this b#tch let it blow

Sold my soul to the devil just for a lil {?}
Got my glock on my hip i’m in love with the snow
Robin jeans on me and you know they hang low
She a xanax shawty she a fiend for the dope

Imma put his body in a hole
Imma put his body in a hole
Ay rvr3
Imma put his body in a hole

Imma put his body in a hole
Rvr3
b#tches tryna rob they {?} gone catch this tec
Aimin at yo mans and i’m aimin at yo head

Pumpin on supreme while you pumpin on lead
f#ckin on your sister then i f#ck a best friend
Pull up at the scene then i let it just bop
Said you really bout it like n#gg# no stop

Man i hear the cops gotta watch out for my spot
Get the crack rock then i hide it in my sock
Got my n#gg#s whippin dope
{?} shipments on the low

{?} my strap gone
f#ck yo b#tch then she get {?}
50 extendo when i load my clip
Aimin it through and it’s all at yo crib

I don’t give a f#ck probably might shoot your kids
n#gg# know me cause i’m all about my chips
I-i-i-i beat his #ss for the cash and the work
Why he act big he a {?} gettin merked

b#tches in the back got wet like surf
I got hoes sippin perfect slurps
If he act hard i might kill him no joke
I made that b#tch gimme weed front of store

That n#gg# cappin he ain’t with the cult
She suck my dick while i {?}
f#ck b#tch
On my f#ck sh#t

Told that drum clip
I’m bout to dump sh#t
Been up on my dumb sh#t
Ay i got the dump b#tch

On my f#ck sh#t
On my
Yuh ok
Bust down her walls like {?} interior

How i’m boutta blow this f#ckin rocket like i’m syria
Eat your hoe for breakfast {?} cereal
My choppa gettin serious i put him on his period
Smokin k2 lil b#tch i go delirious

Straight f#ckin faggot stop talkin bout you curious
I be eatin up your hoe
And i’m murderin the floor
Imma really up a pole and this b#tch let it blow

Sold my soul to the devil just for a lil {?}
Got my glock on my hip i’m in love with the snow
Robin jeans on me and you know they hang low
She a xanax shawty she a fiend for the dope

Imma put his body in a hole-
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.223Jerm Lyrics – SECOND WARNING

.223Jerm

SECOND WARNING