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 killers 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, pus*y 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)