Walk down the street like I run it
All the girls say that they love it
All the boys, they pushin', shoving
In the club I 'cause a ruckus
Don't repeat that you want it
I'm speaking it's no discussion
Head bangin' 'til a concussion
Three drinks and maybe we fuckin'

He wanna mess with my hairstyle
But his face kinda ugly
When I get real fucked up

He look just like Paul Mescal
He look just like Paul Mescal

(Yeah)
(Tell me, are you ready to make some—)
(Yeah, yeah)

Leather jacket, vans, jeans, my crеdit card declined
Money on thе bed when we fuckin' from behind
Clothes off, bass up, I party every night
Leather jacket, vans, jeans

He look just like Paul Mescal
He look just like Paul Mescal
(Tell me, are you ready to make some—)

Make these fags wanna lose their shit
They ain’t never met a guy this lit
I don't need ass when my dick's this thick
I don’t chase, bitch, I don't pay for shit
He wanna act all tough, but it’s not giving
It's my track that the DJ's be spinning
It's not you whores that keep on, keep winnin'
I heard your new song and, bitch, it's not hitting

He look just like Paul Mescal

(Tell me, are you ready to make some—)