Oh No (feat. Calboy)

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