[Intro: Namz]
Nah nah, no way
Nah nah, no way
Nah nah, no way
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
Shorty tryna cuff
Nah nah, no way
Nah nah, no way
In the whip like Mr Whippy serving fiends
Gettin’ money, counting digits with the team
[Verse 1: Namz]
Opps want beef
Eetswa I got the heat
Pack the heater in the beamer
We’ll be riding round your streets
You gone hear Nee-naw, when we find Nemo
Labelled as Jando, everything D-low
Winners gon’ hear no, see no, speak no evil
Blur out his vision, till his story’s not illegal
I call shots, jackpots, always hitting checkmate
Married to the game, I ain’t never getting played
Calling up the runners, yeah it’s time to get paid
Fuck nine-to-five, grind all night, all day
Got some bad bitches on the way
Hit it then quit it, but shorty still want to stay
Had to break it down and tell her nah, no way
Nah nah, no way (ay)
[Verse 2: Twista]
Serving fiends like a waiter, trying to get this check up
Saving all the cheddar so I can get a Beretta
And put it under my sweater, bad bitch want to touch
But nah I ain’t going to let her (nah nah, no way)
See that real shit we on it
I grind all night till morn-
That pussy, she keep on calling
I’m coming [?]
And now you telling me to slow it down
I call her thotiana every time she bust down
Just want to fuck, yeah she trying to get dicked down
They want to cuff, sorry baby gotta cut now
[Hook: Namz]
Shorty trying to cuff (nah nah, no way)
The feds want to talk (nah nah, no way)
Opp block tryna to score (nah nah, no way)
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
Shorty trying to cuff (nah nah, no way)
The feds want to talk (nah nah, no way)
Opp block tryna score (nah nah, no way)
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
[Verse 3: Namz]
What’s this talk about peace, we can beef it out
I always pack them blades before I leave the house
With a couple O’s, still got to feed the trap
More money, more drama, heaps of beef with that
Tell a nigga what’s good (what’s goodie)
I come straight from the hood (black trackies, black hoodies)
Always keep a bally on me case a pussy try to run up imma kick him back down to the hood he [?]
Step on toes around here, you’ll get got (boom, boom)
My hitters got the block on a headlock (gang shit)
And if they ain’t paying up, we at the door like, knock-knock-knock
My hitters run the ball up like, bop-bop-bop
[Verse 4: Twista]
I’m pulling up with the mandem (squad)
Doing gang shit, tryna take out the trap train
Tap them runners let them know that we’re packing
Aiming for a milli, cuz you know that I’m stacking
We don’t fence it cuz, we are them drillers (ay)
Seventy-sixty lad, them heavy hitters (gang)
All my opps are bitches ha, they ain’t with it
Lord please forgive me for all of my drillings
Put up money in the streets
Pussy tryna talk, but I said fuck that I want beef
Why you beat around the bush (huh), you know where to find me
I’m straight F-T-A, they call me Twista-T
[Hook: Namz]
Shorty trying to cuff (nah nah, no way)
The feds want to talk (nah nah, no way)
Opp block trying to score (nah nah, no way)
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
Shorty trying to cuff (nah nah, no way)
The feds want to talk (nah nah, no way)
Opp block tryna score (nah nah, no way)
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
[Outro: Namz]
Nah nah, no way
Nah nah, no way
Nah nah, no way
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood
