Oh No - Jay Gwuapo, Calboy

VVS’s on my necklace, I pop out to the club, I’m rocking this fly shit

Throwing hundreds and them fifties, the gang with me, we is not for the nonsense

Hundred band in my pants, I’m juggin', finessin', 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

They can’t fuck with me, oh no

I make ten bands off a show

My wrist so cold, it’s on froze

I finesse through all these hoes

Whole gang with it, you should know

I be wildin' on the road

We strapped on firm, we let off poles

Wait, I got my fans rushing for the tape, they can’t stop

Balenciaga on me, I be flexing, I be doing a lot

No smoke, they don’t want it, hese pussy niggas’ll dropped

Rus Balla got me, he gon' stay beside me, you ain’t seeing me flop

Front if you want guns, with us, it can get lit

We had it up, whole gang tryna get rich

Packed up with tools, we throw shots if they miss

Gang, gang, gang

VVS’s on my necklace, I pop out to the club, I’m rocking this fly shit

Throwing hundreds and them fifties, the gang with me, we is not for the nonsense

Hundred band in my pants, I’m juggin', finessin', 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

They can’t fuck with me, oh no

I make ten bands off a show

My wrist so cold, it’s on froze

I finesse through all these hoes

Whole gang with it, you should know

I be wildin' on the road

We strapped on firm, we let off poles

Yeah, I come from the trenches

While I’m tryna get riches

Don’t play with them niggas, he tweakin', we grip fast

Once I shoot at his bitch ass

Try to tell all them niggas I ride with a big mag

In that foreign, I zigzag

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 made like thirty bands by the store

I hid like thirty bags in my coat

We leave a nigga dead, he get ghost

I know these niggas sad and they broke

Cooked up the dummy man with the soap

I made two hundred bands, I need more

Only thing niggas had was a rope

VVS’s on my necklace, I pop out to the club, I’m rocking this fly shit

Throwing hundreds and them fifties, the gang with me, we is not for the nonsense

Hundred band in my pants, I’m juggin', finessin', 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

They can’t fuck with me, oh no

I make ten bands off a show

My wrist so cold, it’s on froze

I finesse through all these hoes

Whole gang with it, you should know

I be wildin' on the road

We strapped on firm, we let off poles