@ Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Phabo] Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah-yeah, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Verse 1: Phabo] I ain't really have to wild out in a long time (In a long time) Praying that nobody catch me at the wrong time (Wrong time) Just me, don't need nobody else to cosign (Sign) I might block you if you comment at the wrong time (Wrong time) Wanna see me hit a flip off of the ropes (Off of the ropes) Rock Bottom, hit the haters with a clothesline (Clothesline) Knowing you, you wish you could've had my bitch (Could've had my bitch) You ain't ridin' but you trickin' with a snitch (Oh-oh) [Chorus: Phabo] I don't like you mentioning my name, yeah I don't like you thinking we the same, yeah You and I are not in the same lane, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I said, I don't like you mentioning my name I'm a R&B nigga but don't get it fucked up Boy, don't get it fucked up Please, don't get it fucked up [Post-Chorus] It's what I'm tryna (What I'm tryna) It's what I'm tryna tell your bitch-ass But you ain't listen (You ain't listen) [Verse 2: Rexx Life Raj] Ayy, look, don't think 'cause I'm funny, I won't pop out (Yeah-yeah) Everybody got a plan 'til they get socked out (Yeah-yeah) On my mom, I'll have my young niggas at yo' mom house Tryna see if you 'bout everything you're talkin' 'bout Don't let this internet shit get your whip hit up A Uber Black to her crib, make yo' bitch switch up I'm usually minding my business and out the way But I got time today (Time today, oh-oh) [Chorus: Phabo] I don't like you mentioning my name, yeah I don't like you thinking we the same, yeah You and I are not in the same lane, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I said, I don't like you mentioning my name I'm a R&B nigga but don't get it fucked up Boy, don't get it fucked up Please, don't get it fucked up (Yeah-yeah) [Post-Chorus: Phabo] It's what I'm tryna (What I'm tryna) It's what I'm tryna tell your bitch-ass But you ain't listen (You ain't listen) [Verse 3: Phabo] No wish list, this isn't what you want (Isn't what you want) I chew booty and I'm tellin' which way it's finna go The whole freaking club shut down early 'cause you couldn't be quiet I get tired of driving on the high road (Tired of driving on the) I'm just gon' pull up to your studio (Pull up to your studio) And square it up or air it out 'Cause shit get real like that, you ain't built like— That [Chorus: Phabo] I don't like you mentioning my name, yeah I don't like you thinking we the same, yeah You and I are not in the same lane, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I said, I don't like you mentioning my name I'm a R&B nigga but don't get it fucked up Boy, don't get it fucked up Please, don't get it fucked up (Yeah-yeah) [Outro: Phabo] (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) If any of you ho-ass niggas tweet me and all that weird shit Get out of my DM's, that's where the female's at Niggas always, I'm not responding to niggas Is you paying me or not? Because this is weird at this point (Oh, oh-oh)