No Drama

Keep to a minimal
Tonne on the dash and I see it in digital yeah
Baby hit play now she's letting me pree up her visuals
You preaching I did it all
I'm in her phone yeah she's feeling my syllables yeah
Smoke in my lungs now I'm in the whip feeling invisible
I think she loves me harder
She want the fendi prada yeah
Talking that shit yeah you got me charged up
Baby I'm not your father
I don't believe in karma yeah
Keep to myself I don't need no drama

Run it don't slack
Baby we stay on the track yeah
I'm in all black
Hold up I gotta unpack yeah
I told her come with me and we're going straight to the stacks
Let's get the bag
I'm at the wheel while you're reading the map
New moves. Why aye. Darling. Wait
Who's who. Fine line. Target. Fakes
Dior. Need more. Money. Babe
Before. We fall. I'm running. Late
You put the tick on the list
I'll pick you up in the ride
Way up
If Ima shoot I don't miss
You gotta run with the vibe
Stay up
Let me take you on a trip
I see that look in your eyes
Laid up
If I put two in the mix
You gone be feeling alright
Way up yeah
Ooh three AM I come through yeah
I know a couple man that watch everything that I do yeah
Ooh keep it low when we move yeah
I put my foot down and you know I'm coming up for you yeah

Keep to a minimal
Tonne on the dash and I see it in digital yeah
Baby hit play now she's letting me pree up her visuals
You preaching I did it all
I'm in her phone yeah she's feeling my syllables yeah
Smoke in my lungs now I'm in the whip feeling invisible
I think she loves me harder
She want the fendi prada yeah
Talking that shit yeah you got me charged up
Baby I'm not your father
I don't believe in karma yeah
Keep to myself I don't need no drama

I gotta run to the money we whip it in sport with a risk by my side. Yeah
Keeping one hand on the wheel while I'm gripping her thigh
I know some man who are moving real shifty they can't look at me in my eyes. Yeah
I see it all coming I know it yeah I ain't surprised
All of my bruddas
I know that they got it we smoking it all different colours yeah
All of the summers
We stayed in the cold I know that we've already suffered
Fuck all of the others
They want me on down they don't wanna open the shutters
I run to the commas
It stays on my mind I'm praying for all of our mothers
Two door. Swerving
Arch your back and then work it
And my phone don't stop ringing
Like where you at? girl I'm working
Cool off. Burn it
Those heels have to be hurting
You know you the best in the building
Look at all of them man that be lurking
I'm in the crib
They loving the kid
They tell me I'm keeping the pace
All that you do I already did
Them man are all turning up late
The circle is small you ain't on the list then we ain't got nothing to say
I don't need drama I've already had me a taste

Keep to a minimal
Tonne on the dash and I see it in digital yeah
Baby hit play now she's letting me pree up her visuals
You preaching I did it all
I'm in her phone yeah she's feeling my syllables yeah
Smoke in my lungs now I'm in the whip feeling invisible
I think she loves me harder
She want the fendi prada yeah
Talking that shit yeah you got me charged up
Baby I'm not your father
I don't believe in karma yeah
Keep to myself I don't need no drama

West side you come around a we go
Ooh girl you the baddest one that I know yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Hamblett
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