[Intro]
[?]
[Verse]
A.K. take him off the map
Shouldn't have talked to me like that
I'ma put your ass up in a trance
Watch my diamonds motherfucking dance
Stupid ass hoe, swear to God I did the dash
I'ma get my money in advance
Yeah, money, I'ma watch my diamonds dance
This ain't-This ain't-This ain't no testing, no Johnny Test
They say they hate me, 'cause I'm trans
Anthony Fantano, that's the plan
Bitch, I'm playing checkers, can't play chess
I think that I need another plan
Swear to God I'm so high
Lil' bitch, I'ma be touching the sky
I-I got a rocket on me, so don't try
If that boy talkin', I send him to God
If that boy talkin', I send him to Hell-ell
What's the differencе? I can't tell
I'm wearing Prada, Louis, Chanel
Wе got this far, I'm adding a bell (Be-)
The bell was added, you saw my flow somewhere, you got it
I got that Louis V. up in my pocket
It's even up in my wallet
Me and my bros, we tryna get rich (Money)
Off of this hyperpop shit
I got 10k without hitting a lick
Then share it with clones, share it with kids
If he talk shit, it's 10k on his head
Matter of fact, I'ma say his full name
Je-Jessi Montoya, I want that boy dead
You a transphobe, bro, that shit so lame
I can't kick it with you, no matter the cost
He fell off like domino
Boy, you better play your cards
Step in the house and we taking what's yours
Taking yours, now this shit mine
Breaking your back, breaking your spine
Red versus blue, spy versus spy
Little Tecca, got it all underlined
I'm on the percs, and then I went live
Sold him the percs, I told him it's fine
If he pass out, it's on the house
Swear to God that I can't kick it with you
Babysitters, swear to God you don't get the picture
Bitch, my pockets getting bigger, sumo fighter size
With the double commas, double heart eyes, double I's
I can't put the past aside, I'm not the nicest guy
With the double commas on my money, get it right now
Right now, bitch, I got no patience, want it later
Bitch, I swear to God, don't go 'round asking me for favors
I hate everybody, they're all asking me for favors
Coming over, met another soldier
Swear to God they know us, at least what they like to think
I can't use no wedding ring, nobody knows more than me
Swear to God I know everything
I want the whole world to myself, so I can kick you out
Would you have the same amount of thought process with a motherfucking pistol in your mouth?
These is not no lyrics now, I think you should kill yourself
You want the whole world for yourself and nobody else
What do you think Heaven is, and do you think you're going to it?
You're acting stupid, acting like nobody listens to your music
What if, one day, everyone forgot about your fucking music?
Then would you keep making music, or would you just stop it?
Do you think this question's stupid, 'cause you're switching topics?
Everyone you talk to, they all love to switch the topic
Huh, some of your friends still think you peaked last year
Well, I hope that they kill themselves
[Outro]
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themse-
[?]
[Verse]
A.K. take him off the map
Shouldn't have talked to me like that
I'ma put your ass up in a trance
Watch my diamonds motherfucking dance
Stupid ass hoe, swear to God I did the dash
I'ma get my money in advance
Yeah, money, I'ma watch my diamonds dance
This ain't-This ain't-This ain't no testing, no Johnny Test
They say they hate me, 'cause I'm trans
Anthony Fantano, that's the plan
Bitch, I'm playing checkers, can't play chess
I think that I need another plan
Swear to God I'm so high
Lil' bitch, I'ma be touching the sky
I-I got a rocket on me, so don't try
If that boy talkin', I send him to God
If that boy talkin', I send him to Hell-ell
What's the differencе? I can't tell
I'm wearing Prada, Louis, Chanel
Wе got this far, I'm adding a bell (Be-)
The bell was added, you saw my flow somewhere, you got it
I got that Louis V. up in my pocket
It's even up in my wallet
Me and my bros, we tryna get rich (Money)
Off of this hyperpop shit
I got 10k without hitting a lick
Then share it with clones, share it with kids
If he talk shit, it's 10k on his head
Matter of fact, I'ma say his full name
Je-Jessi Montoya, I want that boy dead
You a transphobe, bro, that shit so lame
I can't kick it with you, no matter the cost
He fell off like domino
Boy, you better play your cards
Step in the house and we taking what's yours
Taking yours, now this shit mine
Breaking your back, breaking your spine
Red versus blue, spy versus spy
Little Tecca, got it all underlined
I'm on the percs, and then I went live
Sold him the percs, I told him it's fine
If he pass out, it's on the house
Swear to God that I can't kick it with you
Babysitters, swear to God you don't get the picture
Bitch, my pockets getting bigger, sumo fighter size
With the double commas, double heart eyes, double I's
I can't put the past aside, I'm not the nicest guy
With the double commas on my money, get it right now
Right now, bitch, I got no patience, want it later
Bitch, I swear to God, don't go 'round asking me for favors
I hate everybody, they're all asking me for favors
Coming over, met another soldier
Swear to God they know us, at least what they like to think
I can't use no wedding ring, nobody knows more than me
Swear to God I know everything
I want the whole world to myself, so I can kick you out
Would you have the same amount of thought process with a motherfucking pistol in your mouth?
These is not no lyrics now, I think you should kill yourself
You want the whole world for yourself and nobody else
What do you think Heaven is, and do you think you're going to it?
You're acting stupid, acting like nobody listens to your music
What if, one day, everyone forgot about your fucking music?
Then would you keep making music, or would you just stop it?
Do you think this question's stupid, 'cause you're switching topics?
Everyone you talk to, they all love to switch the topic
Huh, some of your friends still think you peaked last year
Well, I hope that they kill themselves
[Outro]
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themselves
I hope that they kill themse-
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