[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 a** 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 Medula 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 f** 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