No Way

[Intro]
Everything dead
War's too nasty
Like
Three, four, five
Everything shot
5th to the sev
Every opp shot

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm flockin' if they try to test me
Kelly, Selly, Becky, Brittany
Opp bitch in the spot, get mixy
Tryna hang wit' the opps, they ain't wit me
No way, José
Tryna bend through the Hill both ways
Aim for his hat, okay, no face
Beam on his back so I picked up the pace
And I don't give a fuck what you say
Diss my life, don't think I don't play
I could catch a body any day
So it's best you stay up in your place
Off a perc, I be totin' and shit
Try to run up, I'm blowin' this shit
Smokin' on Mex, I'm alone in the whip
I ain't by, I keep poll in the whip

[Verse]
Get shot if you drop my shit
4.2 kick bitch, watch how he lift
Think I'm cappin'? Never lyin'
I could put that on bro if you try it, you dyin'
By the time you look up, bullеts flyin'
Ain't no time for the doggies and vibin'
Outsidе like, "who really hidin'?"
Get back same day, we slidin'
Made em cry
Niggas put on a suit and a tie
For they pick a gun and go ride
I'ma pop it all black, in disguise
Where they at? Let's blitz both sides
No lie, Ion' cry
Niggas pussy I'm seein' they vibe
Watch they man's get put in the sky, he slide
Ayo Nesty, where yo' bestie?
How you ain't catch a hit? Don't impress me
Smoke Rah, I'm smacked, I'm deady
Bitch ate me as soon as she met me
Like damn, what you thinkin'? I don't understand
Sorry bitch, no I can't be yo' man
Oh you fuck wit' the opps? Hit you and your friend, like
Rah Rah tried to make me a spliff
Once you buss it, I'm active again
That's the opps? Oh he lackin' again
Slide through start blastin' again
Bitch I'm flockin' anybody dead
Shots to his head make his face touch the ground
No sound, no I won't make a sound
Bet you won't see me when I'm around
Think I'm lackin? I'm packin' a grip
I'm a flocka, nigga you a hit
Add another one onto your list
I ain't playin, suck dick

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm flockin' if they try to test me
Kelly, Selly, Becky, Brittany (Grrah)
Opp bitch in the spot, get mixy
Tryna hang wit' the opps, they ain't wit me
No way, José
Tryna bend through the Hill both ways
Aim for his hat, okay, no face
Beam on his back so I picked up the pace
And I don't give a fuck what you say
Diss my life, don't think I don't play
I could catch a body any day
So it's best you stay up in your place
Off a perc, I be totin' and shit
Try to run up, I'm blowin' this shit
Smokin' on Mex, I'm alone in the whip
I ain't by, I keep poll in the whip