NoChance!
(No bands no chance)
(No bands no chance)
(No bands no chance)
No chance, no racks, no bands
We got to get em' (She got to get em)
Yo bitch all in my pants (My pants)
Number Nine denim
Yeah, I might just lose the plan (The plan)
We gon' forget em' (We gon' forget em')
Yeah, but when I go up you know imma hit em' you know imma motherfucking kill em' (Kill em')
Yeah, I got the racks like Serena (Serena)
She like Cxsh a leaner (a leaner)
I got cash, I'm greenin'
W-W-Why yo bitch she over there, she fiendin' (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Bitches be sayin' shit without a reason
H-Hit up the Grailed just for the season
Rockin' Arcteryx like a nigga need it
Yeah I count blue faces, bitches they bleedin', huh
That lil' bitch she said that I need her, nah
Imma fuck that bitch, block her, delete her, yeah
Imma hit that lil' boy with the heater, yeah
Like Maya I'm shootin' them buckets
I gotta choppa that hold 'bout a hundred, so marching band that we been drummin' (Been drummin')
Speaking of March, yeah I get to the gold but I know that young nigga unlucky (I know that young nigga unlucky)
Yeah I know that the bitch want the money, and that bitch wanna come fuck me
Why you laughin, you not funny
Me and my niggas we get to the gunnin' (The gunnin')
Imma have to take a break, lit it
Like Nardo, told that bitch to get wicked
Don't start hoe, you know I'm not with the bitch shit
I been toating Ar's with the big sticks
I been drivin' the car with the shift stick
I been changing the flow, time to mix it
I got your bitch, she all in the crib, and that bitch she wanna come lick it
I might do a hit, I might do a drill, and pull off the lot in a hemi
Yeah I dump the clip, and I dump the drac', but you know I keep me a semi (Yeah, Yeah)
No chance, no racks, no bands (No bands)
We got to get em' (We got to get em)
Yo bitch all in my pants (My pants)
Number Nine denim
Yeah, I might just lose the plan (The plan)
We gon' forget em' (We gon' forget em')
Yeah, but when I go up you know imma hit em' you know imma mothefucking kill em' (Kill em')
Yeah, I got the racks like Serena (Serena)
She like Cxsh a leaner (Serena)
I got cash, I'm greenin'
W-W-Why yo bitch she over there, she fiendin' (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Bitches be sayin' shit without a reason
H-Hit up the Grailed just for the season
Rockin' Arcteryx like a nigga need it (I need it)
Yeah I count blue faces, bitches they bleedin', huh
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
(No bands no chance)
(No bands no chance)
No chance, no racks, no bands
We got to get em' (She got to get em)
Yo bitch all in my pants (My pants)
Number Nine denim
Yeah, I might just lose the plan (The plan)
We gon' forget em' (We gon' forget em')
Yeah, but when I go up you know imma hit em' you know imma motherfucking kill em' (Kill em')
Yeah, I got the racks like Serena (Serena)
She like Cxsh a leaner (a leaner)
I got cash, I'm greenin'
W-W-Why yo bitch she over there, she fiendin' (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Bitches be sayin' shit without a reason
H-Hit up the Grailed just for the season
Rockin' Arcteryx like a nigga need it
Yeah I count blue faces, bitches they bleedin', huh
That lil' bitch she said that I need her, nah
Imma fuck that bitch, block her, delete her, yeah
Imma hit that lil' boy with the heater, yeah
Like Maya I'm shootin' them buckets
I gotta choppa that hold 'bout a hundred, so marching band that we been drummin' (Been drummin')
Speaking of March, yeah I get to the gold but I know that young nigga unlucky (I know that young nigga unlucky)
Yeah I know that the bitch want the money, and that bitch wanna come fuck me
Why you laughin, you not funny
Me and my niggas we get to the gunnin' (The gunnin')
Imma have to take a break, lit it
Like Nardo, told that bitch to get wicked
Don't start hoe, you know I'm not with the bitch shit
I been toating Ar's with the big sticks
I been drivin' the car with the shift stick
I been changing the flow, time to mix it
I got your bitch, she all in the crib, and that bitch she wanna come lick it
I might do a hit, I might do a drill, and pull off the lot in a hemi
Yeah I dump the clip, and I dump the drac', but you know I keep me a semi (Yeah, Yeah)
No chance, no racks, no bands (No bands)
We got to get em' (We got to get em)
Yo bitch all in my pants (My pants)
Number Nine denim
Yeah, I might just lose the plan (The plan)
We gon' forget em' (We gon' forget em')
Yeah, but when I go up you know imma hit em' you know imma mothefucking kill em' (Kill em')
Yeah, I got the racks like Serena (Serena)
She like Cxsh a leaner (Serena)
I got cash, I'm greenin'
W-W-Why yo bitch she over there, she fiendin' (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Bitches be sayin' shit without a reason
H-Hit up the Grailed just for the season
Rockin' Arcteryx like a nigga need it (I need it)
Yeah I count blue faces, bitches they bleedin', huh
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Count blue faces, bitch they bleedin')
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
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Writer(s): Joshua Chaffen
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