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killa renz & savage ro$. - no letting up lyrics

[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 lyrics

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