No Way Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Hey Capo, don't spark that shit without me again (Oh)
You feel me
(Yeah, oh) If it ain't Anagi, bye
Take a closer look inside my mind, filled with
Yeah, yeah
That's what you're gonna see, you go into my fucking mind, I'm tellin' you
Woah (Shit crazy)
Oh
Yeah
Take a closer look inside my mind, it's filled with torment
Different faces, hide behind them cause I'm not that cordial
In them sheets she going wild, I told her I'll record it (Yeah)
Zo goin' worldwide, I'm the biggest face of corporate
Go MIA on a bitch but I can't go MIA on the money (No, no)
I'll flip a nigga like a brick, chop his ass up just like Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi, I go)
They mad 'cause I'm lit, bitch, I get it
I'm getting rich off of just doing my favorite hobby (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, I know)
We solve him like arithmetic and then march to his crib and stretch his little bitch out like Pilates (Uh huh, uh huh, uh-huh, for sure!)
You dig?
No way
Ain't nobody gonna fuck up my day (My day)
Make me mad, I'll hop up in that Rover
Road rage (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Fuck you saying?
Man, I feel like Hov against the whole game
She play with my nuts like a basketball handler
I got my Glock the same place it say Wrangler
Anything but normal, can't call me regular
Banana clip just like a gorilla (Huh, huh)
Anyways, life's great, man, I feel like Glorilla
Drop a whole mixtape like this shit was Sprinilla (Okay)
Told her she can get a taste, but this shit not vanilla
I'm not a villain, bitch, I'm a sinner
Ain't nobody gonna take shit from me neither (No, no, no)
Play my part and I'ma wait on these bleachers
New pack, I ain't selling no reefer
Smoking on this gas, bitch, I'm geeked (I'm geeked!)
Asked how long it'll take, said one week
Remember doors was locked, had no key
I don't fuck these hoes raw for no reason
Right now I ain't tryna have no kids (Oh)
Bad to the bone, I am it (Bad, I am it)
I fucked your bitch home alone, she called me "Cuddy 'Ma-Kill-It"
Really?
The Realest (Really? Really?)
Rich, the illest (Illest, illest)
(Ew) I know that you feel it
Them diamonds reflect off the ceiling (Bling, bling, bling)
No way
Ain't nobody gonna fuck up my day (My day)
Make me mad, I'll hop up in that Rover, road rage
Fuck you saying? (Fuck you saying?)
Man, I feel like Hov against the whole game
No way
Ain't nobody gonna fuck up my day (My day)
Make me mad, I'll hop up in that Rover
Road rage
Fuck is you saying?
Man, I feel like Hov against the whole game
Whole game
Fuck this shit, against the game
You niggas can't be Zo, never
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh