NO! (UNTITL3D 2) Lyrics

There's no use lying

Shawty I know that you're tryin

Baby I know that you wait on me often

The least I could do to your texts is replyin

Let's be honest

Ain't getta keepin' a promise

That's always causin' the problem

I'm tryna fix it, I'm tryna fix it, movin' like

Tom on impossible mission, doctor said IIII

Need to triple prescription

Shawty said IIII

And she later dismissed it

She say it's fine and then like she submissive

Azwi dini

Huvho amba dzi pheromone, she like

What is that smell, cologne?

Ozwipfa ndi sathu swika nga ngomu

Ndi sathu khokhonya

Before she opened the door

I was, huh

High as shit

Sickly

Ugh

Contemplatin' life chosen

Discreetly mixin' the pro with the Zine, must admit it's quite potent

Refused to let the voices succeed, I Bought a pack of weed

And I bought the gin and you's about to call up the DLA man

Profession unknown

But I know you can deliver to your home

With no complication

Homie said that we shlattin' up today

Dobva na krasha, udobva na page

Gun'i dobva nayo, udobva na tray

Tshono shota dozwi vhona phanda

Azwi dini mani, man don't worry about it

Dozwi vhona nga hangeyi

Zilla One Way

There's no use, lyin

Shawty I know that you tryin

Baby I know that you wait on me often the least I could do to your texts is replyin

Let's be honest

Ain't getta keepin a promise

That's always causin' the problem

I'm tryna fix it, I'm tryna fix it, movin like

Tom on impossible mission

Doctor said

IIII

Need to triple prescription

Shawty said die, and she later dismissed it

She say it's fine, and then next she submissive

Azwi dini

Huvho amba dzi pheromone, she like

What is that smell, cologne?

Ozwipfa ndi sathu swika nga ngomu

Ndi sathu khokhonya

Before she opened the door

Spirit T'Challa

The gas from Wakanda

Vabranium Bago

Cut from the same cloth they wrapped baby Jesus in

Spirit T'Challa

The gas from Wakanda

Vabranium Bago

Cut from the same cloth they wrapped baby Jesus in

Reporting live where the Zilla hide

He prioritizin' the real cheddar

The bag make the wok taste good, but the stomach cramps don't get better

Sick sick sick

Rollin' in the east side with the trap phone, screen cracked