[Verse 1]
Had a nice little ting but I had to let her go
Cause I'm only after M's kinda like the letter O
Guess my true colors green so I had to let it show
Yeah, yeah
Skur, skur
Well I guess I better go
On the road to the fame bish i got no time for pit stops
Aye NASA gang all we know is lift off
Imma young ass male with my mind on the Guap
Focused on the Fetty ain't no where to go but top
Damn
Poof I disappear like Bermuda
Gotta get straight straight to the Gouda
Kush got me feeling like I just looked straight at Medusa
I Feel it right in my Medulla
Copped me a new one
Damn that was fast
New ting is badder than last, Skur
And this one comes with no SAS
I'm leaving my past

[Chorus]
So you don't have to
Call me anymore
Imma do my thing
And you do yours
We don't have to talk
No more
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye
You don't have to
Call me anymore
Imma do my thing
And you do yours
We don't have to talk
No more
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye


[Verse 2]
I can like her picture now
Without you tripping out
You out the picture now
So why you tripping out
I'm sipping liquor down
Until my livers brown
And if I want her
Imma cop her and I dick her down
Woah, TMI, LOL, Geez
Damn
Scuze me pardon me Greek
Ya I just gotta speak on my mind
Ya
Fuck around waste my time
No
Looking at all of my stories
Name popping up I ignore it
My time is expensive I don't think that you can afford it
[Chorus]
So you don't have to
Call me anymore
Imma do my thing
And you do yours
We don't have to talk
No more
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye

You don't have to
Call me anymore
Imma do my thing
And you do yours
We don't have to talk
No more
Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye