[Verse 1] I don't do interviews, Lord Look like I'm giving you, nah Stories that you living through, yeah Ain't really adding up to much Gucci, Versace bragging about the Louis Got the gas, ashing in the cut Asking ‘bout the past Asking 'bout the last Girl I f**ed, yeah That's too much to ask I just went and copped the half OG stinking out the bag OG press him for the pa** Pa**ing through for the band [Chorus] I ain't tryna tell stories I been countin' all morning Spilling feelings, let you air it out I don't care what you care about I'm just tryna chill, f** the camera Good girls turn to dancers Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab Asking questions, I don't answer They gon' hit me for the favor Bad b**hes need a savior Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab Leave no liquor for the chaser [Verse 2] Spilling liquor on the sinks I been filling up the safe Ain't no tint up on the Wraith Let these b**hes see my face Golden child in the projects Who be talking all this nonsense? Kicking women out the studio Hoes be f**ing up the process This ain't the time and the place Flooded the time and face Telling them lies out the face f** hoe, get up out my way [Chorus] I ain't tryna tell stories I been countin' all morning Spilling feelings, let you air it out I don't care what you care about I'm just tryna chill, f** the camera Good girls turn to dancers Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab Asking questions, I don't answer They gon' hit me for the favor Bad b**hes need a savior Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab Leave no liquor for the chaser