No Letting Up lyrics

[Intro: EST Gee]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Ain't no lettin' up, we pressin' 'til they tap out
Glocks and choppas, hundred rounds, make 'em back down

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
I ain't with that talkin’, get to clappin’ in this b*tch
Hundred shots up out the Drac’, make sure his body hit
I don’t do no cappin’, I been thuggin’ since a jit
Told my n*ggas’ spin again, f*ck it, we gon’ make it stick
Ayy, let that f*ck n*gga bleed out
Left his body slump, now his mama scream out
Talkin’ tough on IG, now his a laid out
Opps keep on hidin’, tell them b*tches pop out

[Chorus: Lil' Roosta]
No lettin’ up, n*gga, f*ck that peace talk
You ain’t drop a body, why the f*ck you speak on us?
Money on my head? n*gga, get yo’ bag up
Tried to send a hit, but that pus*y jammed up

[Verse 2: Lil' Roosta]
I don’t do no warnings, we just up and spark sh*t
Caught his lil’ homie lackin’, left him on some dark sh*t
Switch up on the Glock, make it stutter when it spit
Thirty rounds ain’t еnough, load a hundred in that b*tch
Hopped out the whip, mask on, likе it’s purge time
Took his fin’ soul, sent his ass to the other side
Lotta dead n*ggas in this wood, I can’t lie
Turn that boy to Zaza, put his face up in the sky
[Chorus: EST Gee & Lil' Roosta]
No lettin’ up, n*gga, f*ck that peace talk
You ain’t drop a body, why the f*ck you speak on us?
Money on my head? n*gga, get yo’ bag up
Tried to send a hit, but that pus*y jammed up

[Outro: Lil' Roosta]
Ayy, f*ck a opp, we gon’ slide broad day
Ain’t no comin’ back, b*tch, you know this ain't no game