[Producer Tag] [Sampled Female Vocals] Damn Sync. [Verse 1] Wagwan, stop ringin’ my f*cking line Bare phone calls, bare wasted f*cking time (wasted!) London boy, cold-hearted, I don't play no games Gold heart turned stone, I ain't taking the blame You talk slick, but you're full of pure sh*t (nah) Pretty little face, but you're running a trick In the blacked-out whip, off the dark and the lean You just want the clout, I was chasing a dream (facts) Cut the f*cking cap, I don't chase no b*tch Move out my face if you're talking that switch (move!) Want a star? B*tch, I'm already lit I don't kiss no ass and I don't take sh*t Bare fake gyal always run their mouth Saying that they're down, then they head down south Sweet little mouth with a snake-eyed aim I know your f*ckin' motive, I know your game (I know it) [Chorus] Don’t waste my f*cking time (don't do it) If you want smoke, b*tch, talk that line Don’t waste my f*cking time Back that sh*t up, don’t just type that vibe (type sh*t) Don’t waste my f*cking time Too fine for a cheap-ass lie Don’t waste my f*cking time If it ain’t deep, I’m out of sight (I'm gone) [Verse 2] She walked in the room with the red lips on One cold look and her composure was gone (look) I ain’t her ex, I ain't that soft prick Now she’s calling my phone when her life gets sick (mad) She love the dirty talk, love the brown skin tone Love how I step when the night gets grown Hands on my chain, getting wild in the space Telling me to pull close, trying to play with my face (nah, chill) I’m too grown for this back-and-forth crap Too much pride, I don't fall for the trap Got scars on my back from a dead-end street Now I’m stepping on necks, making money complete (run that) She wants a rude boy with a foul-ass mouth Brixton fling, getting wild in the south I tell her straight, "I ain't your f*ckin' toy" I came for the bag, not your bullsh*t noise (brrt!) [Chorus] Don’t waste my f*cking time (don't do it) If you want smoke, b*tch, talk that line Don’t waste my f*cking time Back that sh*t up, don’t just type that vibe (type sh*t) Don’t waste my f*cking time Too fine for a cheap-ass lie Don’t waste my f*cking time If it ain’t deep, I’m out of sight (I'm gone)
