(Intro)
Uh, you want some [?] on there?
Uhhh, I’ll just take- I’ll just take the melon slice
Cool, melon slice. Watching yo’ weight-
Who have a PayPal business account?
Agh, my ears burn!
1, 2, 3, 4 and go
(Verse 1: Julian)
Yeah, your color green
But-a-so are we
And I don’t like it that you’re
Making hella fun of me
She said she trusted me but
I know she didn’t
I told her I’m a waste
She let me grab her waist
And then we held it ‘gether
Till we went on separate ways
That’s when you said you didn’t like me
So Imma-
Keep it right here till you say you wanna fight me
(Verse 2: Future Coffins)
Fight me
Bite me
I don't really like me
Fuck a drive-by I’ll just do it on a livestream
At the Citgo
Bodies gonna hit the floor
Julian in the back
Rollin’ up that G4
Where'd your bitch go?
What you gonna cry for?
When you beef with me is it something you'd die for?
(Transition: Julian)
Wait, it’s me, I’m back again
The tables turned, now I’m fucked in the head
(Verse 3: svnset)
Get the fuck out my face
Keep my name out your mouth
There's nothing to say no more
I don't really want to talk to you
Remember what you said to me? I do
You still see me as the old me, I've changed a lot
You'll stop talking shit real quick when we at the top
Don't fuck around with me, you ain't down with me
I don't wanna see you ‘round me
Don't wanna hear you talk about me
‘bout me
I've seen the way it's been going, I don't know why
You think I'm gonna be showing out for you
Can you leave me alone?
I made it this far on my own
Don't come crawling for what I know
Young and still growing up
Best watch me glowing up
You won't see me no more when my team blowing up
Keep that energy, see where you find yourself
See you ‘round, god speed, good health bitch
(Verse 4: GGM)
Swerving the 5 on the road with my bros we don’t gotta impress
Rockin’ the Gucci and Louis, I guess that’s the way that we dress
I’m rockin’ your shit if you keep on sayin’ your shit is the best
Rest on your music ‘cause honestly I think your shit is a mess
I've never been average
Music make ‘em do backflips
Bitch your music is lacking
To be honest, it's sad shit
Dogs eating, no Ramadan
Utter importance, phenomenon
Bet your crew is off n’ on
This shit heat like Molotov
I ain't fuckin’ with that energy you sending off
They're like "hit me back"
And they still wonder why they pending, though
7k up in my mattress, know I'm never broke
I ain’t using alcohol unless you talking ethanol
Diamonds on diamonds I feel like Steve I have to stack ‘em up
I feel like an athlete, you know I have to run it up
Burberry sweaters up in closet, I'm not capping bruh
Yung Verizon, I’ve been gettin' checks, I know I rackin' ‘em up
(Verse 5: DEAD RAT CVLT)
Stepped into the function
Thought I might come by
Got a trench coat full of Robux
And I think you wanna buy
And you wanna pay in Dogecoin
I don’t know why I try
If you pull this shit again
Then you’re gonna fucking die
Yea, you’re really gonna die
I think that I have had enough
I’m gonna slit your fucking throat
And no, that’s really not a bluff
So brace yourself and close your eyes
It’s gonna get a little rough
I’m gonna get a fucking camera
Sell the movie as a snuff
(Verse 6: Beangod)
Fucked in the head and I can’t see straight
I’m the one that you love to hate
On my own since ‘98
I grew up online with a frown on my face
You don’t fuck with this
Then you don’t fuck with me
I’ve got blood stains on my jeans
Barbeque stain on my plain white tee
Call me Tim McGraw
Ain’t nobody like me
Beangod, Future Coffins, and Julian
If you gonna shoot
Better hit me in the brain
'cause if you don’t I'mma cut your face up
Take another hit for me
Banger of the century
Take another hit for me
Gonna make everyone believe
Uh, you want some [?] on there?
Uhhh, I’ll just take- I’ll just take the melon slice
Cool, melon slice. Watching yo’ weight-
Who have a PayPal business account?
Agh, my ears burn!
1, 2, 3, 4 and go
(Verse 1: Julian)
Yeah, your color green
But-a-so are we
And I don’t like it that you’re
Making hella fun of me
She said she trusted me but
I know she didn’t
I told her I’m a waste
She let me grab her waist
And then we held it ‘gether
Till we went on separate ways
That’s when you said you didn’t like me
So Imma-
Keep it right here till you say you wanna fight me
(Verse 2: Future Coffins)
Fight me
Bite me
I don't really like me
Fuck a drive-by I’ll just do it on a livestream
At the Citgo
Bodies gonna hit the floor
Julian in the back
Rollin’ up that G4
Where'd your bitch go?
What you gonna cry for?
When you beef with me is it something you'd die for?
(Transition: Julian)
Wait, it’s me, I’m back again
The tables turned, now I’m fucked in the head
(Verse 3: svnset)
Get the fuck out my face
Keep my name out your mouth
There's nothing to say no more
I don't really want to talk to you
Remember what you said to me? I do
You still see me as the old me, I've changed a lot
You'll stop talking shit real quick when we at the top
Don't fuck around with me, you ain't down with me
I don't wanna see you ‘round me
Don't wanna hear you talk about me
‘bout me
I've seen the way it's been going, I don't know why
You think I'm gonna be showing out for you
Can you leave me alone?
I made it this far on my own
Don't come crawling for what I know
Young and still growing up
Best watch me glowing up
You won't see me no more when my team blowing up
Keep that energy, see where you find yourself
See you ‘round, god speed, good health bitch
(Verse 4: GGM)
Swerving the 5 on the road with my bros we don’t gotta impress
Rockin’ the Gucci and Louis, I guess that’s the way that we dress
I’m rockin’ your shit if you keep on sayin’ your shit is the best
Rest on your music ‘cause honestly I think your shit is a mess
I've never been average
Music make ‘em do backflips
Bitch your music is lacking
To be honest, it's sad shit
Dogs eating, no Ramadan
Utter importance, phenomenon
Bet your crew is off n’ on
This shit heat like Molotov
I ain't fuckin’ with that energy you sending off
They're like "hit me back"
And they still wonder why they pending, though
7k up in my mattress, know I'm never broke
I ain’t using alcohol unless you talking ethanol
Diamonds on diamonds I feel like Steve I have to stack ‘em up
I feel like an athlete, you know I have to run it up
Burberry sweaters up in closet, I'm not capping bruh
Yung Verizon, I’ve been gettin' checks, I know I rackin' ‘em up
(Verse 5: DEAD RAT CVLT)
Stepped into the function
Thought I might come by
Got a trench coat full of Robux
And I think you wanna buy
And you wanna pay in Dogecoin
I don’t know why I try
If you pull this shit again
Then you’re gonna fucking die
Yea, you’re really gonna die
I think that I have had enough
I’m gonna slit your fucking throat
And no, that’s really not a bluff
So brace yourself and close your eyes
It’s gonna get a little rough
I’m gonna get a fucking camera
Sell the movie as a snuff
(Verse 6: Beangod)
Fucked in the head and I can’t see straight
I’m the one that you love to hate
On my own since ‘98
I grew up online with a frown on my face
You don’t fuck with this
Then you don’t fuck with me
I’ve got blood stains on my jeans
Barbeque stain on my plain white tee
Call me Tim McGraw
Ain’t nobody like me
Beangod, Future Coffins, and Julian
If you gonna shoot
Better hit me in the brain
'cause if you don’t I'mma cut your face up
Take another hit for me
Banger of the century
Take another hit for me
Gonna make everyone believe
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