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Calvin Lashon Woods (born April 3, 1999), professionally known as Calboy (), is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. In 2017, Calvin had a break through locally with his mixtapes released through Paper Gang Inc., Anxiety and Calboy, the Wild Boy. In 2018, he came to prominence after the release of his viral song "Envy Me", later serving as the lead single from his debut EP, Wildboy, released on May 31, 2019, after signing a new major label deal with Polo Grounds Music and RCA Records. more »

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VVS's on my necklace, I pop out to the club, I'm rocking this fly shit (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 f*ck 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, these 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 (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 f*ck 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 (leave your mans on the floor)
I made like thirty bands by the store (thirty bands by the store)
I hid like thirty bags in my coat (thirty bags in my coat)
We leave a nigga dead, he get ghost (dead, he get ghost)
I know these niggas sad and they broke (sad and they broke)
Cooked up the dummy man with the soap (dummy man with the soap)
I made two hundred bands, I need more (hundred bands, I need more)
Only thing niggas had was a rope (hey hey)

VVS's on my necklace, I pop out to the club, I'm rocking this fly shit (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 f*ck 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

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