[Intro: Nosgov]
Don't hit on my phone you a stressor (Let me rot where I belong)
We was getting bands, you don't picture
Make-gotta make that bread I can't let go (Bitch)
Nothing is your fault, I'm just fed up
Living in a way, everything sped up

[Chorus: Nosgov]
(This is a Nosgov exclusive)
Don't hit on my phone, you're a stressor
We was getting bands, you don't picture
Gotta make that bread, I can't let go
Nothing is your fault, I'm just fed up
Living in a way, everything sped up
Money coming in, it got spent up
Money on the way, I'll go spend that
[?]

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
I don't give a fuck, I'm getting bands
Reap world, 1c we get in it
Witch gang, study group, that my twins
Pushin' over n***as in that Benz
Shawty on my dick, she know I that get bands
She know that I got lots of fans
When I get hella money, I'ma pull up in that Pista
Titties in the car, and they playing that ninja
Pull up on a n***a with that motherfuckin' switch (Ah)
[Chorus: Nosgov & xaviersobased]
Don't hit on my phone, you're a stressor (Ah, uh)
We was getting bands, you don't picture (Ah, uh)
Gotta make that bread, I can't let go (Ah, uh)
Nothing is your fault, I'm just fed up (Oh, oh)
Living in a way, everything sped up
Money coming in, it got spent up (Ah, ah, uh)
Money on the way, I'll go spend that
[?]
Wish I never [?]

[Chorus: Nosgov]
(God have mercy)
Don't hit on my phone, you're a stressor
We was getting bands, you don't picture
Gotta make that bread, I can't let go
Nothing is your fault, I'm just fed up
Living in a way, everything sped up
Money coming in, it got spent up
Money on the way, I'll go spend that
[?]