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lirik lagu lil 38 - no warnings

[intro: lil 38]
ayy, f~ck all that talkin’, we slidin’ tonight
catch me an opp, put his ass in the sky
big .40, no safety, i’m ready to ride
play with my name, you get hit with that fire
lil 50, he with me, we clutchin’ them glocks
hollows gon’ hit, make his lil’ body drop
ain’t no remorse, we don’t do second shots
say that he tough? now he dead on the block

[chorus: lil 38]
no warnings, we pull up and let that sh~t bang
choppa gon’ spit, turn his hood to a stain
f~ck all them opps, put they ass in a grave
they talk on the net but ain’t ready for pain
my glock got a beam, i don’t gotta aim
hollows gon’ rip through his chest, leave a flame
lil 50, he ridin’, he up in the scope
slide in the trenches, we ready for smoke
ain’t no discussin’, we takin’ his soul
he thought he was gang, now his ass gotta go
no warnings, we up and we lettin’ it blow

[verse 1: lil 50]
man, f~ck all that talkin’, we really gon’ slide
hop out with choppas, let’s see who survive
he talk like he tough, put a beam on his eye
caught him in traffic, now he outta time
spin through his block, tryna send me a soul
no warnings, my glock, it don’t come with control
he dissed on my name, now his ass in a hole
he ran for his life, but them hollows too cold
pull up with 50s, no need for a vest
ain’t shootin’ no legs, we aim at the chest
his mama was cryin’, got put to the test
should’ve been smart, now he layin’ to rest
drums on the k, make it sound like a band
f~ck all them n~ggas, they know where we stand
i slide with lil 38, glock in my hand
we hop out and chase him, he ran but he jammed
ayy, f~ck it, we torchin’ the whip
if he talk out his mouth, he get hit in his lip
i don’t do no lackin’, this glock on my hip
my finger been itchin’, i’m ready to trip
ayy, step on a n~gga like timbs in the mud
hollows gon’ hit him, his sh~t look like crud
ain’t savin’ no opp, b~tch, i grew up with thugs
glocks with extensions, we strapped like the judge
i don’t do no warnings, i shoot ‘til he drop
my trigger be workin’, this sh~t never stop
[verse 2: lil 38 & lil 50]
ayy, f~ck all that talkin’, we pull up and dump
catch him in traffic, we lightin’ sh~t up
slide with them sticks, we gon’ leave him slump
ain’t no survivin’, that boy outta luck
ran up on me, now his ass in a he~rs~
tried to spin back, but it only got worse
talk on the net, but won’t say it in person
glock with a switch, i just let the sh~t burst
we slide through his block, yeah, we doin’ it right
if we see his mans, then we takin’ his life
ain’t no discussion, we uppin’ on sight
put beams on his head, now he glow in the night
chop got a drum, b~tch, it sound like a band
ain’t talkin’ no fists, b~tch, we usin’ our hands
these hollows gon’ rip through his chest where he stand
they pickin’ him up, but that boy never ran
spin back twice, make sure that he dead
if he still breathin’, then shoot at his head
ain’t no remorse, we don’t care what he said
talkin’ too crazy, got filled up with lead
no warnings, we shoot, we don’t wait for a go
glock in my pocket, it stay on the low
say he want smoke, now his ass gotta go
chop make him dance like he part of the show
f~ck all them n~ggas, they not on my level
dig up his mans, send him straight to the devil
whole gang with me, we strapped like a rebel
drums on the glock, that b~tch kick like a pedal
ran down on him, had to empty the clip
police pull up, but we dip and we flip
ain’t leavin’ no witness, we not finna trip
hollows explode when they enter his sh~t
[chorus: lil 38]
no warnings, we pull up and let that sh~t bang
choppa gon’ spit, turn his hood to a stain
f~ck all them opps, put they ass in a grave
they talk on the net but ain’t ready for pain
my glock got a beam, i don’t gotta aim
hollows gon’ rip through his chest, leave a flame
lil 50, he ridin’, he up in the scope
slide in the trenches, we ready for smoke
ain’t no discussin’, we takin’ his soul
he thought he was gang, now his ass gotta go
no warnings, we up and we lettin’ it blow

[outro: lil 38]
ayy, f~ck all that talkin’, that boy in the dirt
we spin back again, make sure that sh~t hurt
ain’t showin’ no mercy, we put in that work
glock got a switch, make it sing like a church
no warnings, we shoot, put his face on a shirt

- lirik lagu lil 38

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