Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh
3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way
Yeah, I been the one to get you out yo' feelings
You don't wanna lose me, bitch I get it
I get moody and you can't heal it, drop top coupe said "f*ck my ceiling"
You did me wrong and forgot who you dealing with, you gon' regret it when you hit yo' pillow
F150's turning to Gt 63's can't pick one lane
Bitch I'm finna fly off, everything private so I don't talk much, shut yo' mouth
I'm on a high road, ho let me count up, I cannot borrow none of yo' sounds
Ooh-yeah, I'm in it (I'm in it)
My-my wrist important it feel like the president
I ride around in these tints like the president
If you wanna find us it's good luck gettin' it (ooh, yeah, good luck)
T-this ho want the time of her life again, bitch I cannot go back when I say the end
I'll really roll up on all of yo' friends
Now you want a trophy, you shoulda hit back
I feel like a goalie, I'm catching the bag
You f*ckin' my homie, I couldn't care less
I know where I'm goin', I'm jumping the fence
Keep hittin' my phone on every number
This track hawk rollin', f*ck is a Hummer
We used to be slow now we go a hunnid
I give it and go like I'm at Ruckers
Been feelin' alone, I cannot drive slow, I feel like they'll never catch me for nothin'
(Yeah, I feel like they never catch me for nothin')
Huh, 3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way (yeah)
TyGlizz - No Way Lyrics
TyGlizz - No Way Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh
3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way
Yeah, I been the one to get you out yo' feelings
You don't wanna lose me, bitch I get it
I get moody and you can't heal it, drop top coupe said "f*ck my ceiling"
You did me wrong and forgot who you dealing with, you gon' regret it when you hit yo' pillow
F150's turning to Gt 63's can't pick one lane
Bitch I'm finna fly off, everything private so I don't talk much, shut yo' mouth
I'm on a high road, ho let me count up, I cannot borrow none of yo' sounds
Ooh-yeah, I'm in it (I'm in it)
My-my wrist important it feel like the president
I ride around in these tints like the president
If you wanna find us it's good luck gettin' it (ooh, yeah, good luck)
T-this ho want the time of her life again, bitch I cannot go back when I say the end
I'll really roll up on all of yo' friends
Now you want a trophy, you shoulda hit back
I feel like a goalie, I'm catching the bag
You f*ckin' my homie, I couldn't care less
I know where I'm goin', I'm jumping the fence
Keep hittin' my phone on every number
This track hawk rollin', f*ck is a Hummer
We used to be slow now we go a hunnid
I give it and go like I'm at Ruckers
Been feelin' alone, I cannot drive slow, I feel like they'll never catch me for nothin'
(Yeah, I feel like they never catch me for nothin')
Huh, 3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh
3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way
Yeah, I been the one to get you out yo' feelings
You don't wanna lose me, bitch I get it
I get moody and you can't heal it, drop top coupe said "f*ck my ceiling"
You did me wrong and forgot who you dealing with, you gon' regret it when you hit yo' pillow
F150's turning to Gt 63's can't pick one lane
Bitch I'm finna fly off, everything private so I don't talk much, shut yo' mouth
I'm on a high road, ho let me count up, I cannot borrow none of yo' sounds
Ooh-yeah, I'm in it (I'm in it)
My-my wrist important it feel like the president
I ride around in these tints like the president
If you wanna find us it's good luck gettin' it (ooh, yeah, good luck)
T-this ho want the time of her life again, bitch I cannot go back when I say the end
I'll really roll up on all of yo' friends
Now you want a trophy, you shoulda hit back
I feel like a goalie, I'm catching the bag
You f*ckin' my homie, I couldn't care less
I know where I'm goin', I'm jumping the fence
Keep hittin' my phone on every number
This track hawk rollin', f*ck is a Hummer
We used to be slow now we go a hunnid
I give it and go like I'm at Ruckers
Been feelin' alone, I cannot drive slow, I feel like they'll never catch me for nothin'
(Yeah, I feel like they never catch me for nothin')
Huh, 3 whole pounds got everyone fried
I'm downtown with all my guys
I'll go blind to the Feds, I'm silent
Take her down and dip no problem
We on a island it's too much to find us, you ain't gon' do shit when I'm around
P-pull up to find you in new forgiato's, I'm ripping the asphalt outta the ground
She-she hit a eye roll, what would I lie for, gripping that ass hard 'til I'm gone
Uh-uh, blue face
It's so many dead guys in this case
My ride tinted, I don't know who's in it, so mind yo' lil' business let's get that straight
Take-take her to dinner, spent ten times fifty like oh my god he did it, no way (yeah)
Writer: Tyler Sylvester
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid