JustViGi & Zai - NO MORE WHAT IFS (feat. MBRK)

Huh, yeah, yeah, uh
Imma magnet, with a bad bitch
I move right
Pussy boy tryna start shit
I do not fight nice
I might bite
That glocky' hit you like Mike Ty
Zai really callin' that hoe uptight
I want that hoe gone, straight out of my sight
Two twin Glocks on me
Like a homosexual man
Talking that shit, sayin' you up
Lil' bitch, I do not see not any fans
She say I'm up
I quote her saying
"ViGi is the man"
Acting clueless, he tryna fight
But his ass ain't got no fuckin' plan
Pull up with a Glock, like a cheat code
That boy he be actin' like he Sneako
Bitch at my crib she gon' deepthroat
And you know that hoe eating good
She gon' eat though
Eat though, I'm lethal
I'm rockin' a cape, no hero
I'm stressin' em' out, on keto
I pull up my body a nino
Left yo' hoe, like speechless
I'm strappin' up, cause' you gon' meet this
A callin' card cause you gon' read this
Ain't showin' a hoe, cause' she gon' leak this
Leave a hole up in yo' brain
Leave you dead as fuck
Your shawty she a treesh, she a hoe
Cause' she like it rough
And we do not fuck with you
Better know cause I'm gon' keep it tuck
She gon' slide into the DM's
I know she tryna suck
Vision my Arsène, gon' see it today
I'm gon' hit today
Izanagi my Glock, it gon' spray away
Like a monster, he gon' fade away
How many hoes? like 10 a day
Deposit my money a better day
You's a fantasy, a anime
Yo bitch on dick, get fucked today
Stretch a cheque nigga, I let bands twerk
Like her ex nigga, I'm on bad terms
You can hear the .WAV
Of a nigga of clappin' on her ass
Imma get you mad first
I know I sound nice, it come with at price
You niggas better send me a dono
A nigga wan' fight, I play with his life
Stab him up in the back like Gojo
You send a bad verse, make my back hurt
Niggas see yo' name they like, oh no!
Choppa go bang, frizz you up like Frodo
I got the range, hit you wit a uh-
Run a nigga sack
On bro, we finna get that nigga back
Nigga pull up, he got hit with a gat
Imma put you in a blunt
Shorty stay talkin', shaking up the rump
I stay ballin', rockin' wit' you grunts
Bet you don't know that I don't give a fuck
Hop on the beat lil baby, going nuts
Huh, goddamn
Slow down, I am that hoe now
I came wit' big caliber, ay
Whole gang on the road now
We can get so down
I'm ballin' out, like masquerade
Underground, we emancipate
She like me, I'm immaculate
I'm in books, I am smart
I could pull a choppa right off of my pencil case
In yo' hood, Walmart
Caught you up in aisle 7, got to mac to spray
You get smoked like a cart
Pull up in a Maserati, we gon' end your day
Fah, fah
Pull up, me and ViGi on yo' block
Tote beams, Zai type sight
Got bright dreams
With yo' baby momma sippin' Hi-c
Ha, not wock
Her dropbox, what we found
Shawty not your girl, been around town
On your cul-de-sac, like surround sound
Big beams at yo' top
Ice spice, bitch just wanna rock like
She a baddy, but not even my type
Wanna come around, I could do her right
Ask bout her day, I'm the highlight
Wait, yo
I got that shit on like the pope
Imma civvie, I don't keep me no pole
I cannot fuck with these hoes and whores
Work on my craft so it open doors
Cup runneth, bitch I over pour
Ha, I over pour, I'm in a porsche
We on yo' porch, she gave a tour
She wanted more, said no of course
I dont-, I dont be-
I don't be moving like that, bruh

Written by:
Just ViGi, MBRK ., Zaire James

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