"FYM" lyrics

I tried to call but you seemed angry
Patience you say
I'm so sick of all the bullshit
I'm done playing your games
I can't keep up
I felt safer when I'm out cha-way
I feel the temptation of wasting my time on you anyways

Talking bout come thru
Got news, for you
Girl boo, fuck you
Don't really care what you got to say
Got my new bitch and got new things
Move on from the old shit
Now
Fuck you mean

Yea I'm at fast pace
Yeah in the fast race
And I'm on a fast chase
Can't stop, don't wait
Green light, bad base, no time, too late
Too much on my mind
And you think I gotta relate
Shiver me timbers
Know I'm gonna be late
Gotta deliver, hold up replay, don't you
Remember, you don't play games, you can't
Stop us, ain't no delays
I can't even remember
Where to start with beginners
And we know that we winners
And we are the inventor's

This zone, no enter, no time, go gettas, no fair
Can't even shimmer, can't fuck us
You rather reconsider
Tribe 7 coming hard, bending bars
Holding scars, team winning, balling hard
Shooting stars, call on god
Oh my god, sent voicemail, my regards, sincerely killing me
Peeling me, building me
This is the economy you can't even fuck with me
How the fuck you suppose to see
Run away so we can be together
Rainy day turns into sunny weather
Turn the clock back, take a step back, tryna retrack
Just reflect back tryna to clap back
Going to the future
Oops it's a blooper, retake lemme boost ya hawk ya like a cougar
Could've caught ya soonah
Glad I didn't lose ya don't wanna accuse ya make sure I don't use
Ya

Talkin bout come thru
Got news, for you
Girl boo, fuck you
Don't really care what you got to say
Got my new bitch and got new things
Move on from the old shit
Now
Fuck you mean