"Warning" lyrics
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy, yeah
Big Ol' Backdoor, he only come out winter
Still count that up, get splinters
Big B truck, can't get us
Big BB, get the fuck out the way (Mike Mixer is in the building)
And the shooters, the trappers, the robbers
And all the door kickers, they do what I say
You know what they say
Pop you a Percocet, double the cups, keep the doctor away
He got hit with a stray
From the cradle, take this shit to the grave
Count the paper 'til I'm old and I'm gray
First I fucked her, now she callin' me bae
And you get ran over, you in my way
In the Range Rover SVR with a K
Got a hangover, I was drinkin' all day
Hop off the balcony, I hang over
Swear I hate being sober
Bitch, don't get in the way of this chocha
Soon as I give the okay, they gon' ghost ya
Too much imposters, him and his chauffeur
I just start shootin', I'm gettin' in close-ups
In the paint, but I ain't do a post-up
1080 just like Rockefeller, oh, no, no, not the label, the man
Why he hop out the car with the K in his hand?
Never signed, I didn't take no advance
Finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
It was water, the Shady the pieces that dance
I done warned 'em I'm comin' back for revenge
Put his life and his fate in my hands
Gettin' in, gettin' out, you successful
The bitch just wore me out, we wrestled
I don't give a fuck how it fold like a pretzel, I still need my bread
And later on this evening, turn grim reap again
Black on black Trackhawk, it's speedin' in
Ain't got no reasoning
Third time fuckin' up tires
Big Back Block, see that in my eyes
Had to come tell the bitch I'm the prize
It was bros over hoes, put the money 'fore all of the guys
The house been haunted ever since he arrived
I serve all Xannies, take ones and fives
House got a big gate, I'm not Plies
Bitch left me, said I had too many tries (Yeah)
But I couldn't give a fuck 'bout the bitch
Count the money, my hands start to itch
Stuff her nose with the coke and the fent'
Niggas rerockin' the block with the hit
Fuck the police, they ain't stoppin' this shit
What's the difference between a lil' cop and a bitch?
Looked at him like he was gay when he said he got thirty shots cocked in the dick
Extensions, but we still call 'em 'stendos
Bad lil' bitch, I was ballin' like Jim Jones
She gon' drive all the bricks to the end zone
Call that bitch, tell that bitch bring the kids home
Junior singin' this shit like a kids song
I was high as a fuck, how I get on?
First I fucked, then jumped back in the friendzone, Backdoor
Ayy, yeah
Big Ol' Backdoor, he only come out winter
Still count that up, get splinters
Big B truck, can't get us
Big BB, get the fuck out the way (Mike Mixer is in the building)
And the shooters, the trappers, the robbers
And all the door kickers, they do what I say
You know what they say
Pop you a Percocet, double the cups, keep the doctor away
He got hit with a stray
From the cradle, take this shit to the grave
Count the paper 'til I'm old and I'm gray
First I fucked her, now she callin' me bae
And you get ran over, you in my way
In the Range Rover SVR with a K
Got a hangover, I was drinkin' all day
Hop off the balcony, I hang over
Swear I hate being sober
Bitch, don't get in the way of this chocha
Soon as I give the okay, they gon' ghost ya
Too much imposters, him and his chauffeur
I just start shootin', I'm gettin' in close-ups
In the paint, but I ain't do a post-up
1080 just like Rockefeller, oh, no, no, not the label, the man
Why he hop out the car with the K in his hand?
Never signed, I didn't take no advance
Finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
It was water, the Shady the pieces that dance
I done warned 'em I'm comin' back for revenge
Put his life and his fate in my hands
Gettin' in, gettin' out, you successful
The bitch just wore me out, we wrestled
I don't give a fuck how it fold like a pretzel, I still need my bread
And later on this evening, turn grim reap again
Black on black Trackhawk, it's speedin' in
Ain't got no reasoning
Third time fuckin' up tires
Big Back Block, see that in my eyes
Had to come tell the bitch I'm the prize
It was bros over hoes, put the money 'fore all of the guys
The house been haunted ever since he arrived
I serve all Xannies, take ones and fives
House got a big gate, I'm not Plies
Bitch left me, said I had too many tries (Yeah)
But I couldn't give a fuck 'bout the bitch
Count the money, my hands start to itch
Stuff her nose with the coke and the fent'
Niggas rerockin' the block with the hit
Fuck the police, they ain't stoppin' this shit
What's the difference between a lil' cop and a bitch?
Looked at him like he was gay when he said he got thirty shots cocked in the dick
Extensions, but we still call 'em 'stendos
Bad lil' bitch, I was ballin' like Jim Jones
She gon' drive all the bricks to the end zone
Call that bitch, tell that bitch bring the kids home
Junior singin' this shit like a kids song
I was high as a fuck, how I get on?
First I fucked, then jumped back in the friendzone, Backdoor
Writer(s): Bryan Michael Stribling, Michael McWhite, Justin Bell
