Save the Drama - Chris Brown, Kevin Gates, Tracy T

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 face 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 that fire like a dragon

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 fuck 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

Likkle waste girl

Lick her waste girl

Lick di poom poom

Like di taste girl

I done made love in the strangest places

I’m a real plug move thangs on the daily

Like di mon on the moon I’ll be safe

Smoke di ganja mi ugh

Everyday

I’m a rider, she a rider

Hold the Glock 9 right on side her

Hit the high notes like Mariah

Body feel electric when the vibe is right

I’m a drug ima get you high tonight

Fall in love with me

Pussy mine tonight

I could see you want me

Pull you closely

Sound on silent

Ignore the phone ring

Deep breath

Hands on knees

Just get it

Real small waist

Fat ass, lil titties

Email please gates don’t do digits

Mouth on bling just spent 2 million

Laid back, low key, big lean sippin

S63 coupe yeeee I’m whippin

Heroin trap back street move chickens

New boo thing on fleek roof missin

Chris B hit me, dip thru kick it

Straps on lap

Big shit I give her

Hat to the back

Lot of tats I’m chillin'

Matter of fact

Big racks I give her

Kevin Gates don’t hang

Bae stop slippin'

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