Cello Mtz - Without Warning (feat. Derek Mcdonald) Lyrics

Heard they talking down on gang
No we not slick
Call up "Cello Mtz" pull up at your crib aye
Niggas talking tough but they ain't talking out they lips
Nigga you's a goofy if you think I'd cuff that bitch
Like nigga what the f*ck you thought really thought this was
I was tryna get some neck bust my nut then dip
Off the purple off the green Minnesota no Vikings
High as f*ck so I got wings
Baby choppa that shit sings
Bitches on my phone and the plug on my line
I don't give a f*ck nigga blowing money all the time yeah
Nigga I'm a dog so I hit it from behind yeah
Nigga you's a broke boy so I know your card declined
Aye I kinda do this rap shit might f*ck around and get signed
If I get caught up in some shit have lil bro do the time
Aye And I got that 1600 for them 16 lines
Aye Nigga wanna test me then know that nigga dying aye

Talking on my name yeah you talking on the gram bitch (On the gram)
Talking sweet but in person but you acting like a fan bitch (Like a fan)
Come get yo homie fore' I really smack yo mans bitch (Smack yo mans)
Yeah I got yo girl, cause she know that I'm the man bitch (Im the man)
Only staying to myself yeah I'm staying Solo (Staying solo)
I ain't f*cking with no lame nigga I ain't f*cking with no Bozo (With no bozo)
Yeah you Always talking shit but you staying behind that Yolo (Behind that yolo)
I ain't giving no free clout and I ain't giving no free Promo (No free promo)
Got your girl in my crib she actin like a Freak Hoe (Like a freak hoe)
She throw me on the bed and she hitting me with Deep throat (With that deep throat)
Yeah I'm moving all this weight and flipping hella kilos (Hella kilos)
If you acting like a bitch imma shoot you like a free throw (Like a free throw)
Yeah I'm smoking on this dank
And you know it stank
Got my mind blank (Got it blank)
Got me up in space
Wrap it up with lace (With some lace)
Can't be caught up in a case
So I do the race
I go to chase bank cause all I do is chase bank aye yuh bitch
Rapping with the nigga and we cooking up that heat
We stay going up man yeah we coming from the streets (On god)
Keep on grinding for our shit yeah you know we gon eat
Yeah I'm rappin with the bro lil nigga take a seat (Yuh)
Don't be jealous on my come up you a Hater (You a hater)
Doing all that hatin you get hit with this Laser (With this laser)
Yeah I'm doing all the rapping and I'm getting hella Paper (Hella paper)
Yeah my trigger finger itchy have you running like the pacer (Like the pacer)