No Way

[Intro: StanWill]
Jack after jack, making— (Yeah)
Jack after jack, making racks, yeah
Bitch, yeah

[Verse 1: StanWill & Tae Retro]
Jack after jack, making racks out a metro
If I call up Tae, he gon' stomp you in Retro's
Ice him like Elsa, up Glock and I let go
Might tell her I love her, I just want the neck though
Hoodie by Virgil, I'm shootin' like Melo
Bet she throw kitty soon as I say, "Hello"
Got blew like a flute, played your bitch like a Cello
I'm a scammer, I don't fuck with rocks like I'm Elmo
Shout-out Hutch, every day like a snow day
Upped the twenty, your bitch was like, "No way"
Can't fuck one bitch, I need me a four-way
All that dick sucking, boy, thе opps so gay
ShittyBoy, my circle small as a period
Dogging the kitty, this bitch yеlling, "Period"
Dog Shit Militia, this shit getting serious
Your bitch gon' let me kill her cat 'cause she curious (Hold on, Tae Retro)

[Verse 2: Tae Retro]
The way that I'm blowing, you think it's miraculous
It's a cold trail so ain't nobody tracking us
We ruin the game and ain't nobody patching us
We the ones next, I don't care who be after us
They see I'm the G.O.A.T., yeah, you visually impaired
He talking tough game, but he visually scared
He wanted the smoke, this ain't lyrically fair
He wanted the [?], yeah, I verbally dare
You stuck in the past, boy, I'm on a new level
Came as the hero, my mindset is rebel
You just showing up, boy, I'm here for the medal
And I'm the main character, so no one should heckle (Uh, what?)
Tae Retro be far from the standard
And I'm really surpassing the slander
And from here on out, I'm commander
She could be that one rapper, I still wouldn't chance her

[Verse 3: StanWill]
I'm with Tae, he got your bitch saying, "Hold on"
Toodaloo, bitch don't suck dick, then it's, "So long"
Pop out with cannons, ain't taking no photos
Everyday, gang blowing za' to the ozone
Spin in the cat, me and gang getting queasy
Shittin' for real, bitch, I make it look easy
Thought he met Ye, he got stomped out in Yeezy's
Trapped in my bag while these hoes tryna free me
Catch him out, we swinging sticks like we Jeter
Bet you this peck turn a wife to a cheater
Virgil the hoodie, Dior to the sneakers
She tryna get blessed, your bitch think I'm a preacher
She wanna fuck with a scammer
Nailing the opps with them hammers
Nothing we ever do standard
Don't knuckle up, bitch, I pop out with blammers

[Verse 4: Tae Retro]
Thinking he fly, why he looking so turbulent?
That boy is a geek, man, I swear I ain't heard of him
You hang with them guys, then I guess you gon' hurt with 'em
He ain't talking money? No sir, I won't work with him
I'm living my life so she want me to save her
I'm too locked in, I can't issue a favor
Bragging you hit but you didn't even graze her
I'm feeling like Luke when I walk with this saber
And I hit the road like I'm beefing with freeways
Hating on Tae, so I'm knowing that he lame
Claiming he shooting, we knowing that he tame
I won't trick on her, so now I'm a cheapskate

[Outro: Tae Retro]
Huh, Tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro