Che London - The Warm Up Lyrics

Custom fabric now I'm draped out in Italy
Seriously, bitches all fuck with me visually
Movin packs over borders did it skillfully
Niggaz cant fuck with me, I was bred differently
Its too late they could see I'm in my bag now
Look the other way now, now they got they hands
I was in the trenches back then they wouldn't fuck with me
2 bad hoes, Jack Ritter, Threes Company
Burn like inferno got my Backwood lit
Tim constructs, black hoodie still I'm on my hood shit
Workin out my shoulders, I8 when that door lift
Traphouse a fortress better move cautious

Who the fuck is that we don't know them
And the coke all white look like Conan
Fuck the dumb shit boy we grown men
Couple dollars got his main bitch open

Who the fuck is that we don't know them
And the coke all white look like Conan
Fuck the dumb shit boy we grown men
Couple dollars got his main bitch open