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king von & big slade - no warnings lyrics

[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 lyrics

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