StanWill - No Way lyrics

Jack after jack, making (yeah)
Jack after jack, making racks, yeah
Bitch, yeah

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)
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 GOAT, 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

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
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

Huh, Tae Retro, uh tae Retro