Social Media 1TakeJay (Ft. BlueBucksClan)

[Intro: 1TakeJay]
RoMo
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up

[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
She just text me telling me I'm popping, bitch, you late
I turned out to be that nigga, now you all in a nigga's face
Please don't step outta line, you gotta know your place
Niggas eyes tell at all, all I see is niggas hate
Me and niggas 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
Niggas fuck they life up and want somebody else to blame

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Back when we was all on Myspace, nigga, you was lame
When niggas got on Facebook, you was still lame
Niggas made a Twitter, ain't shit changed
Now these niggas all on fucking Instagram still lame
Back when we was all on Myspace, nigga, you was lame
When niggas made a Facebook, you was still lame
When niggas made a Twitter, ain't shit changed
Now these niggas all on fucking Instagram still lame

[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
Like a mad baby mama, I chip a nigga paint
She know what I'm thinking, she just blew a nigga brains
Fuck Mickey D's, I wanna buy this bitch Cane's
But if she don't toast the bread on both sides, we can't hang
Niggas lame trying to get some pussy off my name
It is what it is, I do shit that niggas can't
Niggas got they hand out, I can't enjoy my fucking plate
On any given day, I stay away, I can't relate
I don't know 'em, but these bad bitches got me in they close friends
Niggas posting throwbacks, be over that old shit
Bitch, why you keep posting that whip? It ain't your shit
I'm such a gentleman, her hand out, I let her hold dick
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 dick
She always play my music when she with you, I'm the GOAT, bitch
Oh, she on her period? Let me see that throat then
Niggas be on social media acting so weird
I know you up in real life, nigga, that ain't your Benz
You the type to post a bag of Runtz, really smoke mid