Ayy, no drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
White bitch named Paris, met her at the Hilton
Presidential Rollie on my wrist look like Bill Clinton
Still Billionaire Boys with a couple million
.223's in my whip, lot of ammunition
Finna ice the fangs out like a vampire
Two sticks up in this whip, I'm 'bout to make a campfire
It's a cold game, cutthroat, turn you anti
I was gettin' sued for five mil', fuck
Chris Paul to me bros, we alley-oopin' hoes
Red laser on the Glock, but this ain't Call of Duty though
Met her at the studio, actin' like a groupie-ho
I'ma get the whole gang rings like the Super Bowl
Your bitch was in my ear, say, "It's loud in here
We should bring the club to my crib, it's a party here"
Sis singin' on my wrist, it's a chandelier
I hit it once and I disappear
I don't want no drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
Gotta bust a fuckin' lil Uzi, no rappin'
I just made a promise we gon' eat, no cappin'
Ain't no time to listen to the fake, don't matter
I got bitches bad, bad, bad, gettin' badder
Gatorade, I be off the dome, flow and meditate
Gang with me, slidin' in a jet-black Escalade
Got up on my knees and prayed to Lord, now it's better days
We was down bad, goin' through it, but I made a way
I got the dope, I got the guala
Bitch, I go by Bankrol, make your shit bounce like Impalas
Three stripes, Adidas
Off-White, no Filas
White bitch and my Black bitch at the crib, look like some zebras
We've been gettin' money since we young and tradin' sneakers
Was startled for a minute, thought my bitch was a keeper
But now I'm on the road, I had to go, I had to leave her
Bitch, I smoke fat 'Wood, Backwood, I'm feelin' cleaner
Ayy, no drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
I don't want no baby mama, that's too many commas
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch down like Rams
Two flick for the 'Gram, take a pic for a fan
When I'm in the city, she don't ever got no mans
No drama
Written by: Blaise Railey, Callan James Wong, Hayden Inacio, Jacob Greenspan, Jasper Lee HarrisLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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