Call You Back (feat. Ekoh)

Uh huh, okay, yeah, I'll call right back (ayy) I think that you know what I mean by that (uh) Delete your ass out of my contacts (what?) 'Cause your little fake act did not last (ooh) I gave you a test, and you did not pass (ooh) You on my nerve, and you on my last (yeah) I'm tryna be a A-list and get my bags (ooh) But I'm above see level, like eyelash (uh) I am in effect, you cannot bypass (mmm) Bitch, I'm in a movie, dawg, IMAX (yeah) You're just in a trailer, guy, white trash (ooh) Ears to my record, 'cause I got it on wax (uh) You wonder why I didn't call back, why ask? (Oh) I did it for my own good, buddy, my bad (yeah) Time moves quick, that bar is my past (what?) I gotta run these streams up, I cannot chit chat We don't ever talk like that (nah) We don't ever talk like that (nah, nah, nah, nah) So why you always on my back? (Why?) Why you always on my back? (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Tryna get me for all I have (ooh) Thinkin' you'll get off like that (nah, nah, nah, nah, what?) I'ma have to call you back (haha) I'ma have to call you back, nah And there ain't no love here We don't give a fuck, where do you get off? (Nah, nah) We could come at you head on, come at you head on And knock your head off (nah, nah) And people love to talk our head off 'til we head off, we know We know what you tryna do (So, I'ma have to call you back) So many numbers on my missed call log These people takin' shots, but I cut 'em short like a sawed off To give it to you straight, if you're thinkin' that we're okay Nah I ain't left you behind, and we all right, you got it all wrong Wait a minute, hold up, we ain't kosher You'll be actin' like you can ride, like you on a rollercoaster But I put you to the side, like when your grandmother told ya "Don't put a drink on the table without using a coaster" It hurts to let go, but sometimes, it hurts more to hold on So hold on, I'm onto the next show Presto, begone, poof, exposin' all of you You ain't ever kept it a hundred, bro, you less than a Q Here's a lesson to you, don't be diggin' in my britches Tryna hit me up, 'cause you want some of my riches Always wantin' something every time you punchin' my digits But I only want one thing from you, and that's distance, 'cause We don't ever talk like that (nah) We don't ever talk like that (nah, nah, nah, nah) So why you always on my back? (Why?) Why you always on my back? (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Tryna get me for all I have (ooh) Thinkin' you'll get off like that (nah, nah, nah, nah, what?) I'ma have to call you back (haha) I'ma have to call you back, nah And there ain't no love here We don't give a fuck, where do you get off? (Nah, nah) We could come at you head on, come at you head on And knock your head off (nah, nah) And people love to talk our head off 'til we head off, we know We know what you tryna do (So, I'ma have to call you back) And I don't even know where you got my digits, hold up a minute What is it that made you feel comfortable callin' target menace? Honest, I really did not forget this shit at all I wish this conversation wasn't happening right now I'm prolly missing somethin' more important Why you talkin' tryna flex shit? Half listenin', half scrollin' through the Netflix Gotta run, sorry dawg, I'm not interested Hit me when I'm on tour, put you on the guest list (ooh) Ooh, y'all think I didn't see when you hated on Everything I did when I was comin' up, but later on Actin' like you were down from the jump, but are fake as fuck Way to just look for a desperate attempt to make a buck Okay, guess it's funny how the world works (what?) Like the way that I would holler at a girl first (okay) But she never had the time of day, until I got plays Now she wanna hit me up to work, sure (oh) I put in the time, tryna better me Sacrifice the love, 'til I fell apart, mentally No one in my corner, she bordering on the very seam Hoping for a break, but the only thing they'll break is me Now the labels wanna talk, I don't Say you wanna manage on the team, I know Wanna get a feature for your song? I go Giant when I hit 'em with a fee, Fi-Fo I barely text my friends back They get that I'm cookin', like I'm runnin' a meth lab The best tracks hit, you kinda know that these checks fat And then half of the ones who doubted regret that But homie, if you think that I won't do shit any day And pretend we been cool for this long Fuck that, you can stay like a hundred feet away And get buried in a grave of missed calls We don't ever talk like that (nah) We don't ever talk like that (nah, nah, nah, nah) So why you always on my back? (Why?) Why you always on my back? (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Tryna get me for all I have (ooh) Thinkin' you'll get off like that (nah, nah, nah, nah, what?) Now I'ma have to call you back (haha) I'ma have to call you back, nah And there ain't no love here We don't give a fuck, where do you get off? (Nah, nah) We could come at you head on, come at you head on And knock your head off (nah, nah) And people love to talk our head off 'til we head off, we know We know what you tryna do (So, I'ma have to call you back)