[Intro: King Von]
Ayy, I ain't givin' no warnings, n***a
Ayy, Slade, let's go get these n***as

[Verse 1: King Von]
I'm from the trenches, 064, where we get it crackin' (Bitch, we get it crackin')
If a n***a talkin' tough, we let that fully clap him (Rrah, rrah)
Choppa got a drum, bitch, this ain't no fuckin' 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, bitch, it's straight up drill shit (On gang)
Catch a n***a lackin’, make him eat this fuckin' steel clip (Bitch)
Feds all in my business, tryna catch me on some real shit (Fuck ‘em)
But I ain't talkin' nothin', bitch, I'm silent, I don't feel shit (Von)

[Verse 2: Big Slade]
I'm from the bottom, bitch, where real killers never speak (Never talk)
Every opp that played with us got put up in a sheet (Facts)
Bitch, we masked up, fuck the talkin', we ain't squashin' beef (Fuck 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 bitch to shut up, she ain't ridin', she a cunt (Fuck you)
I been servin' work since way back when I was young (Trappin')
Ask my opps about me, bitch, I really keep a drum (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: King Von]
Murder gang, we step on shit, this ain't no fuckin' game (Nah)
Say my name up in them raps, I'm comin', let it bang (Boom)
All my n***as ruthless, ain't no ho shit in our veins (Nah)
We just got the drop, we spinnin’ back and leave a stain (On gang)
I can’t trust no bitch, she set you up, you outta luck (Fuck that)
Only love my Glock, that’s the only thing I clutch (Boom, boom)
If a n***a tweakin’, I'ma send him straight to dust (Dead)
Ain't no lackin', bitch, we walkin’ ‘round with 30 plus (Blrrrd)
[Verse 4: Big Slade]
N***as talkin' gangsta till we pull up at they spot (What?)
Choppa get to spittin’, make a n***a body drop (Boom, boom)
He was actin’ tough, now he screamin’ to the cops (Fuck 12)
Should’ve thought about that before he played like he was opps (Stupid)
I don't show remorse, n***a, fuck your dead mans (Fuck him)
Roll him in a Swisher, put his ass up in the air (Smoke)
We ain't with that fakin', bitch, 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 bitch to shake that ass but still keep me a tool (Facts)
N***a 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, pussy n***a, check the stats (Check ‘em)
If he say it's beef, then we put one up in his hat (Boom)
All my n***as reckless, ain't no lackin’ where we at (Nah)
Playin’ tough on Insta, now his body in the back (Bitch)

[Outro: Big Slade]
Bitch, we don't give no warnings (Nah)
N***a 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, bitch, we puttin’ work in (On gang)