[Intro]

You're a bitch

I'd punch you in the face

Well nobody likes you, shut the fuck up, your music's ass

What the fuck are you even saying depthsofh3ll, it ain't even your song it's Viizzi's song

So shut up, i hate you

[Verse 1: noel]

Talk shit (blah blah)

Pull up on your bitch ass

Fuck it (bro what the fuck)

Imma grab my tec

Gamma gettin cake

Your so fuckin lame

You's a fucking fake

Bitch im on a top

Smoke a lot

Fuck thats not my song

Im the motherfucking pixel i stole image lyrics

(Bro thats my song)

(Bruh ok ok chi- *slap*)

Image boutta go and get his diamonds

[Verse 2: image]

Money on the floor (let's go)

We don't give a fuck

You was talking shit on internet

But you scared to pull up

All my homies know me

Fuck that bitch, she lonely

She keep cutting hands while my ass keep counting money

Smoke alot

And they know that i'm on top

It's the IMG for u but i don't got no time

Maybe i'm a busy man but i don't wanna fuck

I keep talking nonsense

I think u gon cry

[Verse 3: tonycomputerlove]

Beat your ass up

I ain't got no pity

Off a keta

Running round the city

Run up on me

Im gon do the killing

Got my cash up - thats a good ass feeling

I don't know what people found in you

Be careful with that attitude

Why don't you (why don't you)

(блять)

(лирика, эй, лирика)

(ещё одна таблетка во мне это будет клиника)

[Verse 4: conren]

Atm we pulling up

Yeah she pour me up a cup!

Wocky got me fucking up

Why he got a double cup?!?!?!?!?

Ok girl you fill me with disgust (ew!!!!!!)

I just got my fingers crushed (OW) [dat shit hurt!]

I got my insecurities within my hands

You tell me you dont love me but I dont give a...

DAMN!!!!!

Girl that’s crazy

You say you gon be something but I know that you laaaazyyyyyyyyyy

[Verse 5: brokitz]

Your shit old like it’s minecraft beta (yeah)

If they talking shit, ima see you later

I ain’t with the cap, boy you’s a faker

Robux be the bands that i make yuh

And we make so much

In the whip, donuts

Bitch you mad? So what

I don’t think you know us

I don’t think you know who we are now

We them boys, don’t keep your guard down yuh

[Verse 6: silentpromise]

Why these niggas fucking talking but won't do it to my face

Hollow tips yeah they erase

They'll wipe your smile off your face

Why these niggas music always sound the fucking same

And I got haters haters haters they want me to blow my brain

I got an AR15 I be posted with the MAC

And if you're talking on the gang then we're gonna run it back

(I got an AR15 I be posted with the MAC

And if you're talking on the gang then we're gonna run it back)