No Words

I don't wanna dead no-
 I don't wanna sort it
 I don't wanna
 I don't wanna
 I don't wanna (Steel Banglez)
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 I don't wanna talk it out
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 I don't wanna talk it out
 I don't wanna talk 'bout the ins and outs
 But in my bank, more money goes in than out
 So I had to 'llow the paigon, allow the baiting
 If I touch you, I'll bet you my house gets raided
 I'm with some dumb youts that'll blaze for cussing
 Don't raise their yout, but they will raise the suttin'
 And I like my car with the roof off
 I like my girl in Louboutin
 But sometimes I'm with the duttiest girls
 'Cause those are the easy ones
 But too bad they only see me once
 'Cause we one night them
 I wonder why we don't like them
 All this money I spend, 'cause I-
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 I don't wanna talk it out
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 'Cause I'm, self-made, self-paid
 Girls wanna phone for a friend
 Over and over again
 Over and over and over again
 Self-made, self-paid
 Girls wanna phone for a friend
 Over and over again
 Over and over and over again
 Not again, oh my days
 Another girl with her sly ways
 And why is this girl moving sideways?
 Every time my iPhone ping, she's looking at it sideways
 I need a gyal that rubs back and gives massages
 Not a gyal that backchats and sends messages
 Saying she hates me then loves me
 Says "fuck you", then fucks me
 Yo, walk in a party, standard
 Where's your army? Where's your mandem?
 On Insta', sitting in a mad whip
 In traffic, man are looking like a catfish
 Fake youts, plastic
 Stop acting, man are all average
 My girl got a body boombastic
 Elastic, call her Mrs Fantastic
 Like ooh, pull up in a car, I cruise
 Hopped out cool, nice move
 Why she wanna know? When I said I'm with a star
 She just turned around, and she said, "Who?"
 Took her home with us, that's standard
 She wanna roll with us, that's standard
 Niggas getting paid, that's standard
 This Mo and Dave, that's bangers
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 I don't wanna talk it out
 I don't wanna dead no beef
 I don't wanna sort it out
 I don't wanna hear no words
 I don't wanna talk it out