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 (F