Lyrics

[Produced by Menace] [Verse] Pablo on me Got me flexing on 'em New shorty She be flexing for me New money Got 'em acting phony Girl was acting phony Now she touch up on me Make some moves Know they think they know me Come back home I'm everybody homie Competition Tryna catch up to me 10 laps ahead Try and catch up homie Stan smiths with the prime knit No watch on call me timeless That fake shit make my eye twitch Now they looking at me like I'm hot shit Not walking in unless them bands hit Groupies here they on some fan shit Peeped your girl she on the fan list She on the fan list Cause them bands hitting Going hard all night On the scene and you know I got them broads iight Phone blown all night Old chick talking still tryna hold on tight Gotta go alright Gotta go I'm bout to hit road iight Bout to hit the road Getting paid for my shows If you don't know nigga know you know iight See you in the crowd See you looking like wow Now you tryna look down ohh ohh Say you like my smile Tell your friend pipe down Ain't about her right now no no Jay Hype run the town I ain't gonna stop now Even when i get the crown & I A-a-always shut it down Killing shit how you niggas like me now Pull up on me nigga if you feel some type of way Got some goons with me And my niggas they don't come to play So don't get carried away Fuck around have to be carried away Now tell me what you say Who did it better nigga Them or Jay