[Chorus]
Ayy, no drama
I don't want no baby momma, that's too many comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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 comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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
[Verse 1]
White bitch named Paris, met her at thе Hilton
Presidential Rollie on my wrist look likе Bill Clinton
Still Billionaire Boys, with a couple millions
223's in my whip, lot of ammunition
Finna have 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 mill', fuck ****
Chris Paul to my bros, we out here hoopin' 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 to hear"
We should bring the club to my crib, it's a party here
Sia singin' on my wrist, it's a chandelier
I hit it once and I disappear
[Chorus]
I don't want no drama
I don't want no baby momma, that's too many comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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 comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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
[Verse 2]
Gonna bust a fuckin' lil' Uzi, no rapper
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 meditate
Gang with me, slidin' in that jet black Escalade
Got up on my knees and pray the 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 been gettin' money since we young, they tryna snake us
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 a fat wood, Backwood, I'm feeling clean
[Chorus]
Ayy, no drama
I don't want no baby momma, that's too many comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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 comments
To be honest, I just want Balenciaga
Wake up everyday do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (Ooh, ooh)
God damn, that G6 touchdown 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
