Oh yeahh, yeah yeah
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
You gotta stay true I got you
Everytime I see you they bash you
You not feeling me I didn't ask you
I see platinum plaques too
Classy king of the classroom
Niggas feel smart, you ain't even finish high school
Then they come out with the straps and the mad tools
Then the guns out like (Guncock) blast you
And I got a bitch that's permanent like tattoos
She be leaving marks wherever she just pass through
And i'm stacking chips on chips like a cash roll
And i'm freestyling off the dome i'm a natural
Look at me flexing like i'm so great
And i'm packing the black gloves like i'm O. J
Let em know, let em know that it's okay
They ain't on my level so just go play
Okay so I see no friend of me's
I just see enemies, keeping my energy (Uh-uh)
I got a uber that come pick me up everytime with some Hennessy (Uh-uh)
So I said f*ck that nigga
I hoped in a taxi, I hop with two racks on me (Uh-uh)
He kept turning back, I said eyes on the road
I rolled up on him and he said (Uh-uh)
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
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English
Oh yeahh, yeah yeah
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
You gotta stay true I got you
Everytime I see you they bash you
You not feeling me I didn't ask you
I see platinum plaques too
Classy king of the classroom
Niggas feel smart, you ain't even finish high school
Then they come out with the straps and the mad tools
Then the guns out like (Guncock) blast you
And I got a bitch that's permanent like tattoos
She be leaving marks wherever she just pass through
And i'm stacking chips on chips like a cash roll
And i'm freestyling off the dome i'm a natural
Look at me flexing like i'm so great
And i'm packing the black gloves like i'm O. J
Let em know, let em know that it's okay
They ain't on my level so just go play
Okay so I see no friend of me's
I just see enemies, keeping my energy (Uh-uh)
I got a uber that come pick me up everytime with some Hennessy (Uh-uh)
So I said f*ck that nigga
I hoped in a taxi, I hop with two racks on me (Uh-uh)
He kept turning back, I said eyes on the road
I rolled up on him and he said (Uh-uh)
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
You gotta stay true I got you
Everytime I see you they bash you
You not feeling me I didn't ask you
I see platinum plaques too
Classy king of the classroom
Niggas feel smart, you ain't even finish high school
Then they come out with the straps and the mad tools
Then the guns out like (Guncock) blast you
And I got a bitch that's permanent like tattoos
She be leaving marks wherever she just pass through
And i'm stacking chips on chips like a cash roll
And i'm freestyling off the dome i'm a natural
Look at me flexing like i'm so great
And i'm packing the black gloves like i'm O. J
Let em know, let em know that it's okay
They ain't on my level so just go play
Okay so I see no friend of me's
I just see enemies, keeping my energy (Uh-uh)
I got a uber that come pick me up everytime with some Hennessy (Uh-uh)
So I said f*ck that nigga
I hoped in a taxi, I hop with two racks on me (Uh-uh)
He kept turning back, I said eyes on the road
I rolled up on him and he said (Uh-uh)
Got two bad bitches in the backseat
Hands on the wheels, two eyes on the road... Nah
I just my ex and she asked me
Who you're gonna call when the times get cold... Nah
She thinks i'm an asshole just cause I hoes that be calling my phone... Nah
All I know is NoDRAMA
Keep you're eyes on the road yeah
Writer: Kellaire Agenord
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid