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letra de no letting up - killa renz & savage ro$.

[intro: k!lla renz]
(ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang)
load up them sticks, we ain’t lettin’ up! (nah, f-ck that!)
spin they block and f-ck sh-t up! (grrah, grrah, boom!)

[chorus: k!lla renz]
ayy, what these p-ssy n-ggas on? (huh?)
caught his ass lackin’, now his face up on a stone (boom!)
we don’t do no talkin’, f-ck the net, just get him gone (p-ssy!)
he was tough until we popped up, now his head gone (grrah, boom!)
b-tch, we ride with choppers, f-ck a glock, we want his dome (uh-huh)
ain’t no passes, spin again, make sure that b-tch ain’t comin’ home (f-ck ’em!)
we in h-llcats, smash the gas, this b-tch too fast, i’m in my zone (skrrt!)
try to run, but hollow tips done cracked his back and broke his bones (boom, boom!)

[verse 1: k!lla renz]
n-gga talkin’ gangsta ’til we pull up, now he shook (b-tch!)
i ain’t tryna box, i send some sh-lls and leave him cooked (boom, boom!)
ain’t no mercy for no opp, f-ck his mama, f-ck his hood (f-ck that b-tch!)
if that n-gga want some smoke, then we gon’ roll him in this wood (light it up!)
hundred rounds up in this stick, make sure we hit him in his sh-t (grrah!)
caught his ass up out in traffic, made him crash, now he a l!ck (boom!)
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga, all these guns came with a switch (brrr!)
he was flexin’ with his pole, we took that b-tch right off his hip (goofy!)

[chorus: k!lla renz & savage ro$.]
ayy, what these p-ssy n-ggas on? (huh?)
caught his ass lackin’, now his face up on a stone (boom!)
we don’t do no talkin’, f-ck the net, just get him gone (p-ssy!)
he was tough until we popped up, now his head gone (grrah, boom!)
b-tch, we ride with choppers, f-ck a glock, we want his dome (uh-huh)
ain’t no passes, spin again, make sure that b-tch ain’t comin’ home (f-ck ’em!)
we in h-llcats, smash the gas, this b-tch too fast, i’m in my zone (skrrt!)
try to run, but hollow tips done cracked his back and broke his bones (boom, boom!)
[verse 2: savage ro$.]
n-ggas talk that tough sh-t ‘til we pull up, let it bang (let it bang!)
caught his homie out the store, now he a mural in a frame (f-ck his name!)
i ain’t arguin’ with no n-gga, send a shot right at his brain (boom!)
left his ass slumped in the whip, he couldn’t even switch his lane (b-tch!)
ayy, we slide, b-tch, we active, all these opps gon’ need a casket (grrah!)
pull up, hop out, let that ratchet crack his dome, this sh-t get tragic (boom, boom!)
ain’t no cappin’ in my raps, n-gga, we really make sh-t happen (p-ssy!)
tried to run, but he got caught, that n-gga folded like a napkin (b-tch ass!)

[outro: savage ro$.]
p-ssy n-gga thought sh-t sweet, now he six feet deep (boom, boom!)
caught his ass up in the streets, put his dumb ass right to sleep (b-tch!)
f-ck the law, f-ck the opps, we gon’ keep this sh-t up heat (grrah!)
and if a n-gga want some smoke, just drop the addy, we can meet (p-ssy!)

- killa renz savage ro

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