No Way

Sipping on lean this that hi-tech
Yeah, can't nobody fuck with me, ain't no contest
Yeah, can't nobody fuck me, what are you willing to bet?
Aye skirt off in a vette
I got some drums, they in the back
No I can't get into that
So many checks, I cash that
Turn your boy to a hashtag
Smoking on that good gaspack
That shit give me jetlag
I come in first, can't finish last
Put that bullshit in the past
The smell of gas is everlasting
Oh, no you can't get past me
I'm in the gym, I'm a regular athlete
Get out my face for shit get nasty
Get out my place for shit get hectic
I changed my phone, you can't contact me
I hit you with combos like this tekken
Boy I hope you learned lesson

We getting paid, they getting played, niggas can't compete
If you is not gang, you cannot hang, I don't fuck with no leech
I don't do relationships so she can't never say I cheat
I played this for my dawg and he said he got that shit on repeat
Fighting my demons, I'm a nightly wreck
Folks keep dying left and right and at this point I might be next
Working day and night to find a way out finding a way to write my checks
Earned my stripes in a Nike tech
Know my mind is a high key tech
They say I be taking too much time to get this cake but who are you to judge me, I object
Hey
Ooh, okay okay
Man that day I heard that Nay had died I was like no way no way

No way, no way
And do you hear those eight o eight's?
That shit that hit you in the face
I'm number one, can't take my place
The dopamine it hit my brain
I'm rocking chains like Johnny Dang
I really do just stay in my lane
You surround yourself around all these lames
You really got to do better
I'm not a rat but I get to my cheddar
Give you a two piece like Mayweather
I get to the cheddar, I get to the queso
Fuck around with me, I give you a halo
Little bitch do what I say so
Fuck around with me, that's a case closed
Leave your ass red like a tomato
Laugh at your ass lmao
Bitch nigga know I got bread, but I ain't even got no mayo

Know I got them pesos
Aye, I just got sum fuego cat
Flyest nigga walking I can have it if I say it's that
Spend some racks and I ain't tripping cause I know I'll make it back
Was so down bad on my ass, they ain't think I would made it back
I can't say I don't hold grudges, but I won't go tic for tac
Keeping tabs like google chrome
Asking me what I been on
So much shit that's going on but I can't afford to get off track
Lot of shit that I regret but what hurts is I can't go back
Hear the beat ok ok bro play it back
Play it back
Fuck what they saying we richer
Never betraying my niggas
Doubted the vision, they couldn't see I was painting this picture
Ran up them figures, and all my exes, they ass done got thicker(yes lord)
Be forreal dawg where you think she at when she not with you
Don't trip just get it and go
Can't fall in love with no hoe
That shit a distraction, no I don't think it my nigga I know
Certified stepper, walk any beat that you gimme for sure
Certified stepper, walk any beat that you gimme for sure



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Writer(s): Ej Rodmon
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