Anymore -

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

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

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

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