Isaiah Rashad - 200/Warning

Lyrics

Have you seen him?
Tappin' bass on them bumpers
Have you seen him? (Yeah)
Have you seen him?
Tappin' bass on them bumpers
Have you seen him?

Yeah, yeah
I wanna rock right now, I want all my loot on time
I got some calls, fuck these bitches on my cock
Check my wrist now, always got that shit on plat'
Three hundred to the floor, I know all them niggas gon' die
Have you seen him? (Yeah)
Have you seen him?
Tappin' bass on them bumpers
Have you seen him?
I want all my loot on time
Have you seen him?
Tappin' bass on them bumpers
Have you seen him?

Smoking heavy as I can, I hope I'm higher than self
I'm rollin' with that bitch in case I'm dyin' tomorrow
I know these niggas tryna burn me out when I'm on
I know these niggas tryna burn me out, Lord
Smokin' heavy as I can, I'm ridin' high with my lows
But would they play the numbers fuckin' round with theyself?
So stop, I just give my blunt and fuckin' round with their rum
I know these niggas tryna burn me out, Lord, yeah

Bitch, though
I might chop the top off with the killer kiss
Bitch, know
I know when it's poppin' is wherever this bitch go
Please don't write my bitches up
I got a lil' bitch, tho
I might make it heaven with the rim of this bitch, tho
I might chop the top off with the killer kiss
Bitch, know
I know when it's popping is wherever this bitch go
Please don't write my bitches up
I got a lil' bitch, tho
I might make it heaven with the rim of this

Smoking heavy as I can, I hope I'm higher than self
I'm rollin' with that bitch in case I'm dyin' tomorrow
I know these niggas tryna burn me out when I'm on
I know these niggas tryna burn me out, Lord
Smokin' heavy as I can, I'm ridin' high with my lows
But would they play the numbers fuckin' round with theyself?
So stop, I just give my blunt and fuckin' round with their rum
I know these niggas tryna burn me out, Lord, yeah

Have you seen them?
Tappin' bass on the bumpers
Have you seen him?
[Part 2: Warning]

Yeah
Woah, Kenny!
Yeah, fuck it tho
Should I give them hoes a warning
Never gave me, just don't hit me in the morning
My heart got chunks missing
My heart pump venom in the tub
Can you dig it? Then, I'll front, keep rolling
Mr L, call Uncle Old-School
Living outside, if he up, then let 'em die, keep rolling
Numb to it, unless you bring a gun to it
Double tap: how dare you try to run through it?
Double was the vultures swarming over us
Aiming at my noggin', just don't point me to the coppas, we stole it
Shamelessly I mended through the problems
Remember right before these troubles
Must be ready for the moment, I know it