Ways to Go by King Issa Lyrics

[Intro: Issa]
$K
Locked in
Marii Beatz, turn me up

[Chorus: Issa]
Caught a vibe in the studio
Got it popping on the block (On the block)
Got a bad little cutie, oh
Tryna catch her but she hot (But she hot)
Just getting started, got a ways to go
Be a while fore' I stop, yeah
I remember, y'all was stylin' on me back then
Now your style running out (Right)

[Verse 1: Issa]
I don't want the clout (Nah)
Coming for the title
Coming for this pot (What?), coming for your idol (Yeah)
Get another lot, cop another title
Niggas all cap, put that on the Bible (On God)
Shooting up the charts like I got that rifle
Only mosh pool like who I'm going to war with?
Y'all be moving backwards, Jackson, Michael (What?)
Nah, that's my shit, King shit, nothing like you (Nah)
Girl, your tea is why thе money tight (Yeah)
I'll still be thеre, let me hold, ménage (Yeah)
Hold me down, I said "You hold me down" (Uh)
Sorry soul, he alone and cries, yeah
[Chorus: Issa & Jacquees]
Caught a vibe in the studio
Got it popping on the block (On the block)
Got a bad little cutie, oh
Tryna catch her but she hot (But she hot)
Just getting started, got a ways to go
Be a while fore' I stop, yeah
I remember, y'all was stylin' on me back then (Back then)
Now your style running out (It's running out, nigga)

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Valet open my Lamborghini door (Wassup?)
Check my drip when I get out (When I get out, aye, aye)
I gotta grind all twenty four if I'ma stay here at the top (At the top)
Aye, and believe me (Wha?)
This ain't luck, money green on me, Luigi (Right?)
Bad bitches fly to the A for me on weekends (Ok)
Getting that TLC, a young nigga be creepin' (Uh-huh)
'Rari tint popping ten so yo' nigga can't peep in, mmm

[Verse 3: DeeQuincy Gates]
DeeQuincy
Got a twin-seat in the coupe, high blue, Nipsey teal (Teal)
Checking out a stripper, these diamonds got me freezing (Freezing)
Money to the ceiling, yeah, we stack it like some Pringles (Pringles)
Said "Alright I'm playing defense" (Defense)
[Chorus: Issa, DeeQuincy Gates & DC DaVinci]
Caught a vibe in the studio (Good vibes)
Got it popping on the block (Aye, aye, on the block, yeah)
Got a bad little cutie, oh (Cutie, oh)
Tryna catch her but she hot (But she hot)
Just getting started, got a ways to go (Ways to go)
Be a while fore' I stop, yeah (Stop)
I remember, y'all was stylin' on me back then (Back then)
Now your style running out (DC DaVinci, running out)

[Verse 4: DC DaVinci]
Don't gotta tell 'em, they already know (They already know)
Can't let my other boo, that's hot (That's hot)
I got that gas on me, feel the load (Feel the load)
Yeah, I'm smoking cherry pie (Cherry pie)
Tryna fuck at my shows (Hey)
'Cause I'm in the spotlight (Spotlight)
Swear y'all ranch, niggas dressing like me (Like me)
Swear y'all cook it up, they tryna steal the recipe (What?)
Just me and some money, an invest in me
They don't want no problems, no testing me (No)
I don't fuck with rats, no pest around me (Never)
Don't fuck with you pussies, with my dawg, no fleas (Yeah)
I don't need no problems, why you playing with my cash? (Cash)
Shawty seen me up, tryna pull up and smash (Smash)
All my niggas built and we built to last (Last)
Two hundred on the dash, lifestyle fast
[Chorus: Issa]
Caught a vibe in the studio
Got it popping on the block (On the block)
Got a bad little cutie, oh
Tryna catch her but she hot (But she hot)
Just getting started, got a ways to go
Be a while fore' I stop, yeah
I remember, y'all was stylin' on me back then
Now your style running out (Right)