Hypebeasts lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Here we go, I'm goin' in mothaf*ckas
Let's do this sh*t, yah

[Verse]
I'm the motherf*cking king, b*tch. Don't forget it
Imma kill you and your clique, f*ck yeah I said it
I've had it up to here with these pus*y motherf*ckers
Talkin' like they on some deep sh*t. They gon' get the message
Tonight we overthrow the king of f*ckboys
We on another level, b*tch, call us zzzʎoqɟlɐH
We a God-teir crew. Taking shots like *PEW*
Now you might be thinkin' "who the f*ck is this dude?"

[Bridge]
Keep talkin' little pus*y
Bet your b*tch crew got the same
Itty-bit of swag as a man with the accent
Yeah I'm talkin' like I'm ludicrous
But I'm aiming for the hate, sh*t's glorious
sh*t talkin' while behind the screen
Go a little mean, but I say what I say;
I don't come around to play
If you wanna shoot back at Morata, step in line, b*tch
Don't you think you're the only one b*tch

[Verse 2]
Rap a little ditty with some hard sh*t
Sip a little liquor now we on this
f*ck a couple baddies, got your ex too
When I finish imma c*m on her tattoos
Run your mouth, f*ckboi, show some attitude
I ain't a hypebeast, but I'll die if you do
I don't give a f*ck if I ain't famous
I only wanna eat the pus*y raw, nameless
I don't wanna label any of my targets;
sh*t's wack so I keep this b*tch locked in
Trend-setting di*k-riding motherf*ckers like you
Don't deserve the credit where's it's really due
Got a little ego and it's showing
It's written on your face, don't blow it
You got a couple punk b*tches and they're supporting
I'm spittin' fire on this b*tch, call me George Foreman
[Bridge 2]
They only wanna see ya boi fail when reality
I've been failing since day one
It's only a matter of time 'til they find me and they put me in the mental ward where I belong
I just wanna make the money rain on these b*tches but these b*tches rain on my parade and it's no fun
I said it once and I'll say it again, I ain't a hypebeast, I'm a trash-talking minigun, yuh
I'm a trash-talking minigun
I'm a trash-talking minigun
Look

[Verse 3]
Verbally going for low blows
Run to your mama but she knows
They raised a little twat like you
When I'm done with this you'll become old news
Drinkin' heavy while f*ckin' in the backseat
You've heard of me and my sh*t but don't know me
I'm a quiet little c*nt, always huntin' for the c*nt
Got 'em sitting on my face, sh*t's tasty
f*ck the cool kids, man, they don't really know
They just saying that they're down but they never show
They be slobbin' on my knob when I come out with a song
That's more lit than a house fire in Hong Kong
I'm sick of being shot down for the same dreams
That even b*tch f*ckers like you are aiming for or so it seems
Let's paint a pretty picture
See me goin' wild on stage yelling "f*ck hypebeasts"
[Outro]
Yeah, f*ck you