NO MORE WHAT IFS ft. Zai & MBRK Lyrics

Huh, yeah, yeah, uh

Imma magnet, with a bad bitch

I move right

Pussy boy tryna start shit

I do not fight nice

I might bite

That glocky' hit you like Mike Ty

Zai really callin' that hoe uptight

I want that hoe gone, straight out of my sight

Two twin Glocks on me

Like a homosexual man

Talking that shit, sayin' you up

Lil' bitch, I do not see not any fans

She say I'm up

I quote her saying

"ViGi is the man"

Acting clueless, he tryna fight

But his ass ain't got no fuckin' plan

Pull up with a Glock, like a cheat code

That boy he be actin' like he Sneako

Bitch at my crib she gon' deepthroat

And you know that hoe eating good

She gon' eat though

Eat though, I'm lethal

I'm rockin' a cape, no hero

I'm stressin' em' out, on keto

I pull up my body a nino

Left yo' hoe, like speechless

I'm strappin' up, cause' you gon' meet this

A callin' card cause you gon' read this

Ain't showin' a hoe, cause' she gon' leak this

Leave a hole up in yo' brain

Leave you dead as fuck

Your shawty she a treesh, she a hoe

Cause' she like it rough

And we do not fuck with you

Better know cause I'm gon' keep it tuck

She gon' slide into the DM's

I know she tryna suck

Vision my Arsène, gon' see it today

I'm gon' hit today

Izanagi my Glock, it gon' spray away

Like a monster, he gon' fade away

How many hoes? like 10 a day

Deposit my money a better day

You's a fantasy, a anime

Yo bitch on dick, get fucked today

Stretch a cheque nigga, I let bands twerk

Like her ex nigga, I'm on bad terms

You can hear the .WAV

Of a nigga of clappin' on her ass

Imma get you mad first

I know I sound nice, it come with at price

You niggas better send me a dono

A nigga wan' fight, I play with his life

Stab him up in the back like Gojo

You send a bad verse, make my back hurt

Niggas see yo' name they like, oh no!

Choppa go bang, frizz you up like Frodo

I got the range, hit you wit a uh-

Run a nigga sack

On bro, we finna get that nigga back

Nigga pull up, he got hit with a gat

Imma put you in a blunt

Shorty stay talkin', shaking up the rump

I stay ballin', rockin' wit' you grunts

Bet you don't know that I don't give a fuck

Hop on the beat lil baby, going nuts

Huh, goddamn

Slow down, I am that hoe now

I came wit' big caliber, ay

Whole gang on the road now

We can get so down

I'm ballin' out, like masquerade

Underground, we emancipate

She like me, I'm immaculate

I'm in books, I am smart

I could pull a choppa right off of my pencil case

In yo' hood, Walmart

Caught you up in aisle 7, got to mac to spray

You get smoked like a cart

Pull up in a Maserati, we gon' end your day

Fah, fah

Pull up, me and ViGi on yo' block

Tote beams, Zai type sight

Got bright dreams

With yo' baby momma sippin' Hi-c

Ha, not wock

Her dropbox, what we found

Shawty not your girl, been around town

On your cul-de-sac, like surround sound

Big beams at yo' top

Ice spice, bitch just wanna rock like

She a baddy, but not even my type

Wanna come around, I could do her right

Ask bout her day, I'm the highlight

Wait, yo

I got that shit on like the pope

Imma civvie, I don't keep me no pole

I cannot fuck with these hoes and whores

Work on my craft so it open doors

Cup runneth, bitch I over pour

Ha, I over pour, I'm in a porsche

We on yo' porch, she gave a tour

She wanted more, said no of course

I dont-, I dont be-

I don't be moving like that, bruh