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letra de no warnings - king von & big slade

[intro: king von]
ayy, i ain’t givin’ no warnings, n-gga
ayy, slade, let’s go get these n-ggas

[verse 1: king von]
i’m from the trenches, 064, where we get it crackin’ (b-tch, we get it crackin’)
if a n-gga talkin’ tough, we let that fully clap him (rrah, rrah)
choppa got a drum, b-tch, this ain’t no f-ckin’ cap gun (nah)
tried to run, we chased him down, now his ass a past one (boom, boom)
ain’t no love up in this city, b-tch, it’s straight up drill sh-t (on gang)
catch a n-gga lackin’, make him eat this f-ckin’ steel clip (b-tch)
feds all in my business, tryna catch me on some real sh-t (f-ck ‘em)
but i ain’t talkin’ nothin’, b-tch, i’m silent, i don’t feel sh-t (von)

[verse 2: big slade]
i’m from the bottom, b-tch, where real k!llers never speak (never talk)
every opp that played with us got put up in a sheet (facts)
b-tch, we masked up, f-ck the talkin’, we ain’t squashin’ beef (f-ck that)
hundred rounds in this clip, better pray before you sleep (blrrrd, blrrrd)
smokin’ on his homie, got his face up in my blunt (in my blunt)
told that b-tch to shut up, she ain’t ridin’, she a c-nt (f-ck you)
i been servin’ work since way back when i was young (trappin’)
ask my opps about me, b-tch, i really keep a drum (boom, boom, boom)

[verse 3: king von]
murder gang, we step on sh-t, this ain’t no f-ckin’ game (nah)
say my name up in them raps, i’m comin’, let it bang (boom)
all my n-ggas ruthless, ain’t no ho sh-t in our veins (nah)
we just got the drop, we spinnin’ back and leave a stain (on gang)
i can’t trust no b-tch, she set you up, you outta luck (f-ck that)
only love my glock, that’s the only thing i clutch (boom, boom)
if a n-gga tweakin’, i’ma send him straight to dust (dead)
ain’t no lackin’, b-tch, we walkin’ ‘round with 30 plus (blrrrd)
[verse 4: big slade]
n-ggas talkin’ gangsta till we pull up at they spot (what?)
choppa get to spittin’, make a n-gga body drop (boom, boom)
he was actin’ tough, now he screamin’ to the cops (f-ck 12)
should’ve thought about that before he played like he was opps (stupid)
i don’t show remorse, n-gga, f-ck your dead mans (f-ck him)
roll him in a swisher, put his ass up in the air (smoke)
we ain’t with that fakin’, b-tch, we really play it fair (nah)
better watch your step or end up six feet in despair (blrrrd)

[verse 5: king von]
ayy, i keep this glocky close, ain’t no slippin’ when i move (nah)
told that b-tch to shake that ass but still keep me a tool (facts)
n-gga tried to slide, he ain’t make it out the school (boom, boom)
police askin’ questions, but they know i play it cool (shh)
we been in the field, p-ssy n-gga, check the stats (check ‘em)
if he say it’s beef, then we put one up in his hat (boom)
all my n-ggas reckless, ain’t no lackin’ where we at (nah)
playin’ tough on insta, now his body in the back (b-tch)

[outro: big slade]
b-tch, we don’t give no warnings (nah)
n-gga play with us, that’s the last of his story (blrrrd)
whole city know we bring the smoke like a furnace (boom, boom)
masked up, gloves tight, b-tch, we puttin’ work in (on gang)

- king von big slade

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