Yeah
(It's Couture boy)
(Drop it)

[Verse 1: Noah NorTH] Wassup, please don't try to dap me in the club
I'm out with yo bitch and she in love
I am not the type to cover up, I am not the type to fall in love
Exes hit my line like yo wassup
Shut up hoe don't text me when your drunk
You ain't hit my line in like some months (Fuck you, thot)
Quit them all my checks ain't that enough
7 million views I'm bout to buzz, fame just made me lose a lot of trust
Need a dozen models on this bus, and another dozen in this tub
(my tub)
You would hate but now you showin love, [?] Lot of this ain't even addin' up
Why you bitches actin hella sus' , please don't hit my line unless we blood

[Chorus: Paul Couture] Phone call back home
Pullin out a bad phone
You don't show me love (no, no)
Now I'm hanging up (Fuck you, hoe)

[Verse 2: Noah NorTH] Wassup
You ain't never used to hit me up, now it's hard to get you off my nuts
I just got a text from Pizza Hut, askin' me to come and pick it up
That's my side bitch, I forgot [?] Shawty ask me who the fuck is that?
Oh no you ain't bout to set me up, hit that triple double like I'm Russ
Water, water, water, water, splash, I don't got no [?] in my glass
Made a lot but I haven't made enough
Like (beep beep beep) wake em' up
Noah NorTH they play this in the club (Gosh is that Noah NorTH?)
How come all your views ain't addin up?
Bout to do a show back home in [?], let these local rappers open up

[Chorus: Paul Couture] Phone call back home
Pullin out a bad phone
You don't show me love (show me love)
Now I'm hanging up (Fuck you, hoe)

(Sheesh)