[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 bitch
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***as’ spin again, fuck it, we gon’ make it stick
Ayy, let that fuck n***a 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 bitches pop out

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

[Verse 2: Lil' Roosta]
I don’t do no warnings, we just up and spark shit
Caught his lil’ homie lackin’, left him on some dark shit
Switch up on the Glock, make it stutter when it spit
Thirty rounds ain’t еnough, load a hundred in that bitch
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***as 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***a, fuck that peace talk
You ain’t drop a body, why the fuck you speak on us?
Money on my head? N***a, get yo’ bag up
Tried to send a hit, but that pussy jammed up

[Outro: Lil' Roosta]
Ayy, fuck a opp, we gon’ slide broad day
Ain’t no comin’ back, bitch, you know this ain't no game