[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
Uh-huh, okay, yeah, I'll call right back (Woah, ayy, damn)
I think that you know what I mean by that (Ayy, ayy)
Delete your ass out of my contacts (Uh, yeah)
'Cause your little fake act did not last (What? Ayy)
I gave you a test, and you did not pass (Ooh, nah)
You on my nerve, and you on my last (Ooh, nah)
I'm tryna be an A-list and get my bags (Ayy, huh?)
But I'm above C-level, like I lash (Ooh, ayy)
I am in effects, you cannot bypass (Uh, what?)
Bitch, I'm in a movie, dog, IMAX (Ooh, yeah)
This isn't a trailer, guy, why trash? (Yeah, let's go)
Ears to my record, 'cause I got it on wax ([?])
You wonder why I didn't call back, why ask (Yeah, huh?)
I did it for my own good, buddy, my bad (Oh, huh?)
Time moves quick, that bar is my past (Yeah, what?)
I gotta run these streams up, I cannot chit-chat (What? What?)

[Chorus: Crypt & Joey Nato]
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 on like that (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(What?) I'ma have to call you back (Haha)
I'ma have to call you back, nah
[Post-Chorus: Joey Nato]
And it ain't no lovin'
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
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

[Verse 2: Crypt]
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
And I ain't left you behind and we alright, you got it all wrong
Wait a minute, hold up, bein' kosher
You'll be actin' like you can ride like you on a rollercoaster
But I'll put you to the side, like when your grandmother told ya
"Don't put a drink on the table without usin' 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, be gone, poof, exposed and onto you
You ain't never kept it a hundred, bro, you less than acute
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-
[Chorus: Crypt & Joey Nato]
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 on like that (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(What?) I'ma have to call you back (Haha)
I'ma have to call you back, nah

[Post-Chorus: Joey Nato]
And it ain't no lovin'
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
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

[Verse 3: Ekoh]
I don't even know where you got my digits, hold up a minute
What is it that made you feel comfortable callin' talk and business?
Honest, I really did not forgive this shit at all, and wish this
Conversation wasn't happenin' right now, I'm pro'bly missin'
Somethin' more important, why you talkin', tryna flex shit?
Half listenin', half scrollin' through to 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, what a fake as fuck
Way to just look for a desperate attempt to make a buck
Okay, guess it's funny how the world works (Right)
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
Sacrificed the love 'til I fell apart mentally (Yeah)
No one in my corner, shit bordering on embarrassing (Yeah)
Hopin' for a break, but the only thing they'll break is me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 rarely text my friends back
They get that I'm cookin' like I'm runnin' a meth lab
The best tracks hit you [?], and all of these checks fat
And then half of the ones that [?] will regret that
But homie, if you think that I won't do shit any day
And pretend we've been cool for this long
Fuck that, you can stay like a hundred feet away
And get buried in a grave of missed calls
[Chorus: Crypt & Joey Nato]
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 on like that (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
(What?) I'ma have to call you back (Haha)
I'ma have to call you back, nah

[Post-Chorus: Joey Nato]
And it ain't no lovin'
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
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