Warning Skit - Uncle Murda

I get money, I get money

Uhh I’m getting paper

I ain’t playin', I ain’t playin'

I smack the shit out of haters

Come to bumping murder, uhh I make 'em sick

It’s a warning, I’m tired of warning

Martini murder and you know we run the stakes

She shorty acting boujie but uhh her bag fake

I say it’s snow in the convertable bitch

Call me cousin chopper

See the one ain’t call you that

'Cause I let the chopper go

Uncle Murda gave you a warning, I ain’t giving you shit

I come in and get started, fully extended clip

And better clap it if I’m drowning

Talk to me in the morning

Next time if shots fire

This is the only warning