Save The Drama

Gun shots, we lots

Hennessy, I don’t really like scotch

At the don when I’m talking to the dutch

And the man with the pockets like fam you up

Dippers and the wait notes

Black man says he’s hit a lick, better keep your waist down

Get loud when that kick sound

You miss it, don’t count up

No tops, no tops

Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop

You gotta give the man props

Your girl love a man lots

Fuck it, I’m on that pussy like a rumpa

If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper

All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug

And I know she got that wagon from her mama

Call it a homicide how she do

The guys in Jamaica, man jealous

Make me terrified

I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody

Oh, no no no no

Light another blunt then we gon’ light up the floor

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door

Sex tape never, ‘less she let me record

And I know where your head’s at

Got your attitude from your mama

And I don’t wanna set back

Just do me a favor and save the drama

Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst

Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first

We gon’ fuck, I’m gon’ fuck or we gon’ fall in love

I will get ’em once, fucking, fucking with the plug

Bitches texting, I’m a dog fetching

Bitch I’m on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties

See that’s just for that extra Range, she’d to forget them

Your body’s under my belt, just to make it official

I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol

Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims

I got trust issues, I might think you tripping

Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting

West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it

‘Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley

Used to pull up in Chevys, I’m the kind that can get enough

I’m the kind that can get the paper cause I can’t get enough nigga

Call it a homicide how she do

The guys in Jamaica, man jealous

Make me terrified

I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody

Oh, no no no no

Light another blunt then we gon’ light up the floor

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door

Sex tape never, ‘less she let me record

And I know where your head’s at

Got your attitude from your mama

And I don’t wanna set back

Just do me a favor and save the drama

Big boy’s girl, big boy’s girl, he be pum pum, like the jay’s girl

I done made love in the strangest places, I’m a real plug, move things on the daily

Like the mon in the morn’ opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday

I’m a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight

Hit the high notes like Mariah

I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right

I’mma grow, I’mma get you high tonight

Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight

I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring

Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties

Keep me Miss Gates, don’t do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million

Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it’s 36 Coupe, I’m whipping

Hair on trap, that’s 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening

Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it

Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it

When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest

Oh, no no no no

Light another blunt then we gon’ light up the floor

Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door

Sex tape never, ‘less she let me record

And I know where your head’s at

Got your attitude from your mama

And I don’t wanna set back

Just do me a favor and save the drama