Who Did It Better PT.1 by Jay Hype 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
[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