Oh No

[Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] 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 [Verse 1: Jay Gwuapo] 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 [Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] 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 [Verse 2: CalBoy] 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 [Chorus: Jay Gwuapo] 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