Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
No Warning
C‐Bo
Popularity · Low
+
Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
It's what we do baby
You know, haha
It's like me and my niggas took over the
Motherfucking streets, with no warning
Yeah, haha, let's get it baby
Real niggas, we get money
We get money in this bitch like, hey
Fuck they wanna do with me out here man
Treat me like a stepchild, I watch you niggas ball
I just caught my breath now, and it's fuck all y'all
Ain't no love left now my heart is like a brick wall
I don't answer calls, not even for my bitch dawg
Red pill, blue pill, come on ho let's make a deal
Smoke a blunt of good kush, tell me how it make you feel
On a summer night, I'm gon' get my money right
Get my dyke, get some head and a cup of pink Sprite
Get on my flight like, ain't nobody high as me
Fuck 'em they ain't fly as me
I'm all up in they face, show them fuck boys gotta see
Ain't no nigga hot as me, bitch I come from poverty
And now it's like my whole clique just hit the lottery
Let's get it
Real niggas, real bitches
The only thing they say is let the beat rock
My dope boys, my money getters
You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock
I'm talking thirty-six soft bitch, I can get 'em off quick
My neighborhood wax on, wax off soft zips
See everything cost bitch, shoes, paint, outfit
Started in the West but guess what now I'm in the South
I know you smell me cause I'm on my shit
Still Cali grinding hard in the paint, got it all on the bitch
They got my muscle cause my hustle sick
I used to huddle over spreads, now it's bread cause my huddle rich
Call it what you want, Chevy Impala on the jump
Westside the six homies carry me out the trunk
From the era of handlebars carrying me a pump
Always stood up for mines, can't let 'em bury me a punk
Real niggas, real bitches
The only thing they say is let the beat rock
My dope boys, my money getters
You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock
I'm off that Uncle Scooter, that means I'm on some thangs
That means I smokes the buddha, drinks the drank and other thangs
I'm talking purple and grapes, I earned what it takes
While most niggas be hip hopping garbage like Hurdle and Craig's
I'm in it for the long run baby, you take that quick lap
I'ma get it 'til my casket drop, now pass that shit back like
A little bit of Buck, a little bit of Bo, a little bit of O
Motherfucker like now you know, I told you so
Let's get it like whoa, act like you knew but never told me
That's cool, cause I'ma come and get it without no warning like
Real niggas, real bitches
The only thing they say is let the beat rock
My dope boys, my money getters
You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock