No Way

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Jack after jack, making— yeah (Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man) Jack after jack, making racks, yeah Bitch, yeah [Verse 1: StanWill & Tae Retro] Jack after jack, making racks out a metro If I call up Tae, he gon' stomp you in Retro's Ice him like Elsa, up Glock and I let go Might tell her I love her, I just want the neck though Hoodie by Virgil, I'm shootin' like Melo Bet she throw kitty soon as I say, "Hello" Got blew like a flute, played your bitch like a Cello I'm a scammer, I don't fuck with rocks like I'm Elmo Shout-out Hutch, every day like a snow day Upped the twenty, your bitch was like, "No way" Can't fuck one bitch, I need mе a four-way All that dick sucking, boy, the opps so gay ShittyBoy, my circle small as a period Dogging thе kitty, this bitch yelling, "Period" Dog Shit Militia, this shit getting serious Your bitch gon' let me kill her cat 'cause she curious (Hold on, Tae Retro) [Verse 2: Tae Retro] The way that I'm blowing, you think it's miraculous It's a cold trail so ain't nobody tracking us We ruin the game and ain't nobody patching us We the ones next, I don't care who be after us They see I'm the G.O.A.T., yeah, you visually impaired He talking tough game, but he visually scared He wanted the smoke, this ain't lyrically fair He wanted the [?], yeah, I verbally dare You stuck in the past, boy, I'm on a new level Came as the hero, my mindset is rebel You just showing up, boy, I'm here for the medal And I'm the main character, so no one should heckle (Uh, what?) Tae Retro be far from the standard And I'm really surpassing the slander And from here on out, I'm commander She could be that one rapper, I still wouldn't chance her [Verse 3: StanWill] I'm with Tae, he got your bitch saying, "Hold on" Toodaloo, bitch don't suck dick, then it's, "So long" Pop out with cannons, ain't taking no photos Everyday, gang blowing za' to the ozone Spin in the cat, me and gang getting queasy Shittin' for real, bitch, I make it look easy Thought he met Ye, he got stomped out in Yeezy's Trapped in my bag while these hoes tryna free me Catch him out, we swinging sticks like we Jeter Bet you this peck turn a wife to a cheater Virgil the hoodie, Dior to the sneakers She tryna get blessed, your bitch think I'm a preacher She wanna fuck with a scammer Nailing the opps with them hammers Nothing we ever do standard Don't knuckle up, bitch, I pop out with blammers [Verse 4: Tae Retro] Thinking he fly, why he looking so turbulent? That boy is a geek, man, I swear I ain't heard of him You hang with them guys, then I guess you gon' hurt with 'em He ain't talking money? No sir, I won't work with him I'm living my life so she want me to save her I'm too locked in, I can't issue a favor Bragging you hit but you didn't even graze her I'm feeling like Luke when I walk with this saber And I hit the road like I'm beefing with freeways Hating on Tae, so I'm knowing that he lame Claiming he shooting, we knowing that he tame I won't trick on her, so now I'm a cheapskate [Outro: Tae Retro] Huh, Tae Retro, uh Tae Retro