No No Pac Div (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Verse 1: Mibbs]
She in the club, she rocking those Manolos
Spill cranberry juice over my clothes, bro
My man Tip said, yo, that's a low blow
I'll get her ass back later on the low low
I'm at the bar buying drinks, hope I don't go broke
'Cause if I run out of cash, then that's a no no
And then them hoes go, to the next nigga
But I'm the best, nigga, I got my mojo

[Verse 2: Like and Mibbs]
I'm usually laced up in the Polo
We used to bang out beat tapes in the 4-4
I used to fuck with this hood rat named Coco
She stole all of my shit and dipped like Flo-Jo
I fuck with [?] fried chicken and Mojo's
I stopped fucking with Tribe when thеy went solo
Nah, I'm just playing, Tip, you still my bros though
For all these gay niggas yеlling no homo
We make the motherfucking paper by the boatload
And got your girlfriend shaking like a go-go
Stripper, take a couple pictures from my phone though
And then the bouncer kicked me out, like that's a no no

[Chorus: Mibbs]
Man, he can't do that (That's a no no)
You got too much swag (That's a no no)
Your whole style is lame (That's a no no)
You all sound the same (That's a no no)
Man, why your jewelry fake? (That's a no no)
Why them niggas gotta hate? (That's a no no)
Why your girl so ugly? (That's a no no)
You ain't getting money? (That's a no no)