​No Way Jose lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
Three hoes on top, what's the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turn three into four when your lady's close
b*tch, it's BG3, that's the way she goes
Shawty think that I'm sexy, I'm loveable
Never fumble a bag, that's impossibleShawty broke my di*k, playing Whac-A-Mole
I'ma gladiate the coochie, like I'm Russel Crowe

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this sh*t gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your b*tch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Yeah, my girl's favorite movie probably Click, b*tch
Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws, but she call me Moby di*k
Twenty thousand leagues balls deep in your b*tch (Twenty thousand?)
f*ck a last name, I'm the people's champ
I make it rain on these dames, make the people damp
Got these hoes like moths, and my di*k a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp (Woah)
[Pre-Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
I check my balance, it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas, b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that pus*y, you know I obliterate
Ballin' with my twin, call it shake and bake

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this sh*t gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your b*tch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose

[Verse 3: bbno$]
My lady favorite movie Madagascar
And I never take L's
I'm always right, no NASCAR
If I flop, it's on purpose, I'm a genius
Mr. Clean on my song, b*tch, we the cleanest
She got a big body, big body for my Benz
Yeah, Gravy's on his horny sh*t, bring your friends
If I nut then I nut, well, there's nothing I can do about it
Baby, that's my bag, yeah, I'm hoping you'll be cool about it (Woo)
[Pre-Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
I check my balance, it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas, b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that pus*y, you know I obliterate
Ballin' with my twin, call it shake and bake

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this sh*t gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your b*tch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose