Bankrol Hayden – No Drama Lyrics

No Drama Lyrics By Bankrol Hayden

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 b*tch 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, f*ck ****

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 H*e
I’ma get the whole gang rings like the Superbowl
Your b*tch was in my ear, say, “It’s loud in here
We should bring the club to my crib, it’s a party there”
See it singin’ on my wrist, it’s a chandelier
I hit her 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin’ 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 b*tches bad, bad, bad, gettin’ badder
Gatorade, I be off the dome, flowin’ 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
b*tch, I go by Bank, I’ll make your sh*t bounce like Impalas

Three stripes, Adidas
Off-White, no Filas
White b*tch and my black b*tch at the crib, look like some zebras
We been getting money since we young and tradin’ sneakers
Was stuntin’ for a minute, thought my b*tch was a keeper
But now I’m on the road, I had to go, I had to leave her
b*tch, I smoke 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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