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RoMo
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this b*t*h up

She just text me telling me I'm popping, b*t*h, you late
I turned out to be that n***a, now you all in a n***a's face
Please don't step outta line, you gotta know your place
N***as eyes tell at all, all I see is n***as hate
Me and n***as with no hoes can't relate
How we gon' relate if I'm real and you fake?
Why we even talking? You ain't even got no name
N***as f**k they life up and want somebody else to blame

Back when we was all on Myspace, n***a, you was lame
When n***as got on Facebook, you was still lame
N***as made a Twitter, ain't sh*t changed
Now these n***as all on f**king Instagram still lame
Back when we was all on Myspace, n***a, you was lame
When n***as made a Facebook, you was still lame
When n***as made a Twitter, ain't sh*t changed
Now these n***as all on f**king Instagram still lame

Like a mad baby mama, I chip a n***a paint
She know what I'm thinking, she just blew a n***a brains
F**k Mickey D's, I wanna buy this b*t*h Cane's
But if she don't toast the bread on both sides, we can't hang
N***as lame trying to get some pu**y off my name
It is what it is, I do sh*t that n***as can't
N***as got they hand out, I can't enjoy my f**king plate
On any given day, I stay away, I can't relate
I don't know 'em, but these bad b*t*hes got me in they close friends
N***as posting throwbacks, be over that old sh*t
B*t*h, why you keep posting that whip? It ain't your sh*t
I'm such a gentleman, her hand out, I let her hold d**k
I probably set a record with these hoes like I'm coaching
Like that YoungBoy song, it don't make no sense
She a dyke when it come to you, she hate your d**k
She always play my music when she with you, I'm the GOAT, b*t*h
Oh, she on her period? Let me see that throat then
N***as be on social media acting so weird
I know you up in real life, n***a, that ain't your Benz
You the type to post a bag of Runtz, really smoke mid
Back when we was all on Myspace, n***a, you was lame
When n***as got on Facebook, you was still lame
N***as made a Twitter, ain't sh*t changed
Now these n***as all on f**king Instagram still lame
Back when we was all on Myspace, n***a, you was lame
When n***as made a Facebook, you was still lame
When n***as made a Twitter, ain't sh*t changed
Now these n***as all on f**king Instagram still lame

When I had that Sidekick, b*t*hes blowing up my AIM
You ain't never had no hoes, I could never feel your pain
players talkin' 'bout some good game
You was bumpin' Bubba Sparx**, I was off that Lil Wayne
Yeah, she popular on Twitter, real life, these b*t*hes lame
Look nothin' like these pictures you be postin', that sh*t strange
Yeah, she promise she gon' top me, that's the only time I came
Told her I'ma take the neck like I snatched a n***a chain

Been a fly n***a, Fear of Gods on, I'm afraid
Hoes love me, had the baddest b*t*h in first grade
Myspace, you ain't had no b*t*hes in your top eight
Back when we was on AIM, I was in your b*t*h Away
Bad b*t*hes tweetin' lyrics to my songs every day
She had me posted, I was happy when your picture went away
In my DMs sayin', "Text me, yeah, it's over, sad to say"
I'm finna panic, lames trying to talk, I gotta walk away
Back when we was all on Myspace, n***a, you was lame
When n***as got on Facebook, you was still lame
N***as made a Twitter, ain't sh*t changed
Now these n***as all on f**king Instagram still lame

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