[Chorus]

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"

[Verse 1]

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 thе cash

I need it fast, one hundred on the dash (Skrr)

Finna crash, I'm speeding likе my first name was racer

We playing tag, you better not get caught with this red laser

[Chorus]

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"

[Verse 2]

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 (Pussy)

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

[Chorus]

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"