Ain’t no, ain’t no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a tray
He go running his mouth, we turn that opp boy to JFK (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
Said, “Man down” (Man down), Prince Zuko with the flame (Fire)
Catch me rollin’ some paper, I mold these opp boys just like clay
.9 go, “Pa-pa-pa”, Glock go, “Grra-ta-ta”
These bullets sprayin’ everywhere, make him do Cha-cha-cha (Taha)
He wanna talk out his neck, put a bullet to your head
But this .9 got him scared, he go, “Nah-nah-nah”
I get this money real quick, and I get the bag and I dip
I do this all from distribution, I don’t need to hit licks
We getting rich, said I’m getting green ticks, all I do is spit
You workin’ nine to five, I’m getting paid from making hits
I’m getting bands, no simple plan
Your girl is in my stands, get the cash
I need it fast, one hundred on the dash (Skrr)
Finna crash, I’m speeding like my first name was racer
We playing tag, you better not get caught with this red laser
Ain’t no, ain’t no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a tray
He go running his mouth, we turn that opp boy to JFK (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
Said, “Man down” (Man down), Prince Zuko with the flame (Fire)
Catch me rollin’ some paper, I mold these opp boys just like clay
.9 go, “Pa-pa-pa”, Glock go, “Grra-ta-ta”
These bullets sprayin’ everywhere, make him do Cha-cha-cha (Taha)
He wanna talk out his neck, put a bullet to your head
But this .9 got him scared, he go, “Nah-nah-nah”
I’m undefeated, I’m beating all of these rappers that be preaching
Got this heater, it’s hot like a pan, ain’t talking about Peter
Rock Adidas, I’m finna beat it, no [?] in my sneakers
Gotta prove sum like Summrs, I’m constantly switching them seasons
Okay, I’m fiending for rap, they talking behind my back (p#ss#)
You didn’t say that, hear the playback, now I’m getting these racks
I did this all on my own, ain’t need no label, that’s facts
You know what goes around comes around, so you better stay strapped
Ain’t no, ain’t no way
Choppa make that boy flip just like a tray
He go running his mouth, we turn that opp boy to JFK (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
Said, “Man down” (Man down), Prince Zuko with the flame (Fire)
Catch me rollin’ some paper, I mold these opp boys just like clay
.9 go, “Pa-pa-pa”, Glock go, “Grra-ta-ta”
These bullets sprayin’ everywhere, make him do Cha-cha-cha (Taha)
He wanna talk out his neck, put a bullet to your head
But this .9 got him scared, he go, “Nah-nah-nah”
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