Oh No
VVS's on my necklace I pop out soon as I'm rocking this fly shit
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
Wait I got my fans rushing for the tape they can't stop
Balenciaga on me I be flexin' I be doing a lot
No smoke they don't want
These pussy niggas'll dropped
Where's Balla, he got me
He gon' stay beside me
You ain't see me flop
Front if you want guns
When our ciggy get lit
We had it all pole gang trynna get rich
Packed up with 2's, we throw shots if they miss
Gang gang gang
VVS's on my necklace I pop out soon as I'm rocking this fly shit
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
While I'm trynna get rich yeah
Don't play with them niggas
He tweakin, we grip fast
Watch as I shoot at they bitch ass
Try to tell all them niggas I ride with a big mag
In that foreign I zig zag
Wanna play with my money
Leave him with a shit bag
I was grindin' for big bags
I was rappin' to get cash
I might leave your mans on the floor
I might like 30 bands by the store
I hid like 30 bags in my coat
We leave a nigga dead then he ghost
I know these niggas said that he broke
Cook up a dummy man with the soap
I made 200 bands I need mo
Only thing niggas had was a rope
VVS's on my necklace I pop out soon as I'm rocking this fly shit
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
Wait I got my fans rushing for the tape they can't stop
Balenciaga on me I be flexin' I be doing a lot
No smoke they don't want
These pussy niggas'll dropped
Where's Balla, he got me
He gon' stay beside me
You ain't see me flop
Front if you want guns
When our ciggy get lit
We had it all pole gang trynna get rich
Packed up with 2's, we throw shots if they miss
Gang gang gang
VVS's on my necklace I pop out soon as I'm rocking this fly shit
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
While I'm trynna get rich yeah
Don't play with them niggas
He tweakin, we grip fast
Watch as I shoot at they bitch ass
Try to tell all them niggas I ride with a big mag
In that foreign I zig zag
Wanna play with my money
Leave him with a shit bag
I was grindin' for big bags
I was rappin' to get cash
I might leave your mans on the floor
I might like 30 bands by the store
I hid like 30 bags in my coat
We leave a nigga dead then he ghost
I know these niggas said that he broke
Cook up a dummy man with the soap
I made 200 bands I need mo
Only thing niggas had was a rope
VVS's on my necklace I pop out soon as I'm rocking this fly shit
Throwing hundreds and fifties again, wit me we is not for the nonsense
Hundred band in my pants I'm juggin' and finnessin' I might get it poppin'
Say you coming, all my fans want it they go crazy whenever I drop it
Oh no no no no no
They can't fuck with me oh no
I make 10 bands off a show
My wrist so cold it's on froze
I finesse through all these hoes
Hoe game wit it you should know
I be wildin' on the road
We strapped up fine
We let off poles
Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Woods, Jay Dinero, Isaac Zeniah Smith
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