Notice Me
I'm the type to sit back, let you notice me
I'm tryna run this shit up before I die, need no sleep
I like to see them making assumptions, they don't know me
I'm making plays like back to back, they think there's more to me
Back in school, I learned to keep my eyes on my own paper
Swinging for the fences, every hit, they think I'm major
Swear to God, I'm hot to the touch, I need a label
Connecting with my fans, swear to God, my shit relatable
What's the difference? Me and you, I say a lot
I don't even want your bitch, can you come get her from my spot
Ain't no competition, you can have the points, I'll pass the rock
Let's be honest, I ain't even try yet how I'ma flop
Baby say I got her in the mood
She like kissing on me, shut me up, she say I'm rude
Looking at me with them tone eyes, she wanna do it
Ain't the type to trip out, that pussy make me lose it
I'm the type to sit back, let you notice me
I'm tryna run this shit up before I die, need no sleep
I like to see them making assumptions, they don't know me
I'm making plays like back to back, they think there's more to me
Back in school, I learned to keep my eyes on my own paper
Swinging for the fences, every hit, they think I'm major
Swear to God, I'm hot to the touch, I need a label
Connecting with my fans, swear to God, my shit relatable
I'm tryna run this shit up before I die, need no sleep
I like to see them making assumptions, they don't know me
I'm making plays like back to back, they think there's more to me
Back in school, I learned to keep my eyes on my own paper
Swinging for the fences, every hit, they think I'm major
Swear to God, I'm hot to the touch, I need a label
Connecting with my fans, swear to God, my shit relatable
What's the difference? Me and you, I say a lot
I don't even want your bitch, can you come get her from my spot
Ain't no competition, you can have the points, I'll pass the rock
Let's be honest, I ain't even try yet how I'ma flop
Baby say I got her in the mood
She like kissing on me, shut me up, she say I'm rude
Looking at me with them tone eyes, she wanna do it
Ain't the type to trip out, that pussy make me lose it
I'm the type to sit back, let you notice me
I'm tryna run this shit up before I die, need no sleep
I like to see them making assumptions, they don't know me
I'm making plays like back to back, they think there's more to me
Back in school, I learned to keep my eyes on my own paper
Swinging for the fences, every hit, they think I'm major
Swear to God, I'm hot to the touch, I need a label
Connecting with my fans, swear to God, my shit relatable
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Howell
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