Warning Shot ScHoolboy Q (Ft. Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit is four for a pound
Y'all need cream, that's equivalent to a sixteen
See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin'
Wasn't really good, well, subtract
Then I'm steady addin', this is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph' cheesesteaks on the menu
Projects' right across from the venue
After the show, I went outside and mingled
I'm feelin' safe with the homie named God who's great
Elijah Muhammad the 8th
The Muslim homie told me he's straight
Sent him a dub and a demo tape
Penetrate the streets with the heat
Like [inaudible], global warmin' in December
Bathe in the [inaudible], that's how the kids' raised
So a burner ain't nothin'
Shoot him in his back for cold frontin'
Let him hold somethin', he with the Devil down south
Tell his ass to walk it out
Burner in his mouth, blindfolded on the couch
Give me the loot, give me the loot 'fore I shoot
Rip a tooth and your tonsils too
Exit out your neck bone, man, your shit gone
I'm [inaudible] and notorious
Niggas always gettin' me understood
Better ask your hood, they know what's good
Warnin' shot, Q, bitch