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