[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 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 fuck they life up and want somebody else to blame

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
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 shit changed
Now these n***as all on fucking 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 shit changed
Now these n***as all on fucking Instagram still lame

[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
Like a mad baby mama, I chip a n***a paint
She know what I'm thinking, she just blew a n***a 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
N***as lame trying to get some pussy off my name
It is what it is, I do shit that n***as can't
N***as 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
N***as 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
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
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
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 shit changed
Now these n***as all on fucking 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 shit changed
Now these n***as all on fucking Instagram still lame

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
When I had that Sidekick, bitches blowing up my AIM
You ain't never had no hoes, I could never feel your pain
[?][2:00] players talkin' 'bout some good game
You was bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx, I was off that Lil Wayne
Yeah, she popular on Twitter, real life, these bitches lame
Look nothin' like these pictures you be postin', that shit 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

[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Been a fly n***a, Fear of Gods on, I'm afraid
Hoes love me, had the baddest bitch in first grade
Myspace, you ain't had no bitches in your top eight
Back when we was on AIM, I was in your bitch Away
Bad bitches 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
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
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 shit changed
Now these n***as all on fucking Instagram still lame