XVKK - Warn!ng Lyrics

(XVKK, X.V.K.K)
I'm so f*cking chosen, I don't think anyone knows me.
Pop another fast track, my foot gets to flooring.
Give me all my hats back; you ain't good, you boring.
I got all the XVKK trap, all the bitches nosey.
Pouring, it's light, codeine, boring.
Full sight, club night, they keep whoring.
I bought the whole hotel, Californication.
Someone gave me red belts, Gucci or Chanel-i.
Haven't dropped my album; I don't think they-is ready.
Causing up a scene so casual, my new chick sexy.
Focus here, you need some Adderall, you keep regretting.
Copy me, I'm like the lotto ticket that you can't keep.
F*ck with me, I bet you never fought for your life-let's see.
Take it deep, I told them all that they was never serious.
Take a fleet, I'm eating first 'cause I'm curious.
How the f*ck you yap that crap? You ain't lyricist.
Rapping like a big mad fat heavy period.
Pop a Percocet, I hope I never hurt your feelings.
When XVKK attacks, he makes a wreck-just trust me, bro, really.
When XVKK is back, he probably gonna steal your shit-really.
When XVKK is mad, he pulling all the triggers in a jiffy.
Ha. Ha. And your bitch need lube.
She don't even f*ck with you; she don't want you.
Ha. Ha.
This song was already lit.
But here's the f*cking chorus too:
Big Gun, Big Choppa, my shank slay.
F*ck the cut, I dunk, NBA.
Rich Boy, Rich Man-that story lame.
See you outside, you get God, Please Pray.
I was so fried, I see my life frame.
I'm crazy, and I'm psycho-Jack, don't say.
Schizo got me f*cking thinking everyone the same.
(Idk, huh? What they say?)
(Idk, huh? What they say?)
(Idk, huh? What they say?)
(Idk, huh? What they say?)
I'm so f*cking chosen, I don't think anyone knows me.
Pop another fast track, my foot gets to flooring.
Give me all my hats back; you ain't good, you boring.
I got all the XVKK trap, all the bitches nosey.
Pouring, it's light, codeine, boring.
Full sight, club night, they keep whoring.
I bought the whole hotel, Californication.
Someone gave me red belts, Gucci or Chanel-i.
Haven't dropped my album; I don't think they-is ready.
Causing up a scene so casual, my new chick sexy.
Focus here, you need some Adderall, you keep regretting.
Copy me, I'm like the lotto ticket that you can't keep.
F*ck with me, I bet you never fought for your life-let's see.
Pussy-ass rockstars, they gonna f*cking hate me.
Pulling up a new car, your bitch want my babies.
Run it up, I'm too far-money love is crazy.
Buying out the private jet, you driving slow, you lazy.