[Verse 1]
Whippin in the foreign [?], I don't feed the meter
Left my love at home 'cus fuck it, I don't even need her
Grams in the blunt, 30 Fanta by the liter
Hit the pussy once and it was really nice to meet ya
She Dominicana and she thought I'm from Korea
She Americana and she thought I'm from Korea
She a work of art, I had to bag her Mona Lisa
We could pay my whole advance and make a play up off the reup
I dont even do no drugs, yea
I ain't hittin' your bitch up, yea
She ain't even nice at all, no
I won't let her give it up, yea

[Bridge]
So many times called nowhere home
Now they all call, they on my phone
They ain't see me, the nights I saw
You dont know me, just leave me 'lone

[Chorus]
I don't gotta flex
I ain't gone explain
I don't need no stress (no no no)
I don't need no stress (no no no)
I don't need no stress (no no no)
No no no no no (no)
No no no no no (no)
No no no no no (no)
No, no, no, no