TheBeatPlug - Stressin' Out lyrics

[Intro: Marcus Bank$] Shawty's on my mind like all the time Only this she like to do is grind Hope she hurries and makes up her mind Try and catch this hoe she hard to find [Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)] I drank to that Make rain for that She stay for that I got her stressing out [Verse 1 : Marcus Bank$] It's been a few days Been calling me up Been wanting some love I tell her tough luck She stressing me out She says she want out Got nowhere to go We go to my house And we hit the couch She got no idea that she stressing me out I wanna go out But she trapping me in like my mind runs a mile And that ain't my style I'm all about being myself like a child I'm just freaking out To be honest I just wanna stay for a while Just me being honest I don't even try to call it, yeah You call the shots, I'm on my Stephen Curry pot it, yeah You outta luck I swear you tried too hard and lost it, yeah You got some-something for a player that ain't on it, yeah, oh [Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)] I drank to that Make rain for that She stay for that I got her stressing out [Verse 2: Jim Steeze] I'm bout to go sick with this flow Bout' to give dick to your hoe, oh no Calvin and Steeze on a row Marcus designing his clothes, yeah I'm bout to pop me a molly I'm bout to lean in the cut with ya She told me she stressin' out Let's be honest you're lucky I f** with ya Let's be honest you knew I do better f** it, I'm onto this cheddar I f**ed her the first night I met her That p**y pop like Berettas Talkin' attention I'm centre I'm up all night writing letters Tru keep that lean in his beverage I'm off of molly she stressing I got her stressing out I didn't realize that I had to tell you when I'm off one, oh bae You prolly think that it's a big deal but it's not one, oh bae She stressing out, she stressing out [Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)] I drank to that Make rain for that She stay for that I got her stressing out [Verse 3: Cal'lex] Said She got shots and I got sh** to forget Do a round, buy a round for her friends Get it ground, take it straight to the head Throwin' money Shootin' straight from the hip Everytime that I'm in and out When I get back They all wanna know what I did then Public eye, public interest Then I, drop a stack on a b**h chest Making me feel big, yes But that's not the reason I think I did that It's cause I ball Get fresh every time I bought shoes Say, leave my babies at the door? You think I take them off? I'll do whatever I want to I just want it all, so I stay up and I draw shoes I wanna be fresh and I wanna get you all too So we got the factory to stitch it And we sent it to our call dudes They gonna check it for the quality It aught to be the best f**ing shirt they ever seen or it's gone I don't wanna be mean but I got to If I can't be perfect, then I wanna be a God, oh [Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)] I drank to that Make rain for that She stay for that I got her stressing out