Ayy, no drama
I don’t want no baby momma, 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
God damn, 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 momma, 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
God damn, 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, lotta ammunition
Finna ice the fangs out like a vampire
Two stakes up in this whip, I’m ’bout to make a campfire
It’s a cold game, cut-throat, turn you anti
I was getting sued for five mill, fuck …
Chris Paul, tell me bros we alley hoop for hos
Red laser on the Glock, but this ain’t Call of Duty though
Met her at the studio, actin’ like a groupie hoe
I’ma get the whole gang rings like the Superbowl
Your bitch was in my ear, say, “It’s loud in here
We should bring the club to my crib, it’s a party there”
Sia singin’ on my wrist, it’s a chandelier
I hit it once, then I disappear
I don’t want no drama
I don’t want no baby momma, 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
God damn, 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 momma, 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
God damn, 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 fame, don’t matter
I got bitches bad, bad, bad, gettin’ badder
Gatorade, I be off the dome, flow meditate
Gang with me, slidin’ in a jet-black Escalade
Got upon my knees and prayed to Lord, now, it’s better days
We was down bad, going through it, but I made a way
I got the dope, I got the guala
Bitch, I go by Bank, I’ll 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 been getting money since we young and tradin’ sneakers
Was stuntin’ 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 a fat ‘Wood, Backwood, I’m feelin’ cleaner
Ayy, no drama
I don’t want no baby momma, 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
God damn, 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 momma, 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
God damn, 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
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