Why R U Suicide Baiting In The Gc LMAO lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: WARYY]
Yeah, yeah
I don't even know you, for real
Yeah, ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Verse 1: WARYY]
b*tch, you the Grand Wizard
And yo' girlfriend a kiddy diddler
You is a reincarnation of Hitler
Stay up on Bandlab, my racks goin' bigger (Yeah)
How this sh*t seven minutes and is ass?
TINY MEAT GANG is really yo' dad
sh*t off the dome, I don't need no pad (Yeah)
Wallet be growin' and gettin' so fat like you
Ew, hop on this beat, you get chipped like a mo'f*ckin' tooth
How you get bodied by our sh*tty group?
Spin this sh*t back when I'm up in the booth
Posted with sheisty, but you look like Gru
Walk in the function, the b*tches like, "Ew," yeah
Yo' biggest stop is a mo'f*ckin' bench press
Stand on a chair and that mo'f*cker bent that
Both of y'all mo'f*ckers Lizzo, you big fat (Yeah)
I'm gettin' green, b*tch, you know you can't get that (Yeah)
Send this to Jalen, yeah, we 'boutta spin back
[Verse 2: J-LEN]
Out of my DMs, you little ass kid (Yeah)
You not a hacker, b*tch, you is a skid
sh*t talk more music when your sh*t is mid
Callin' me lonely when spah sees yo' b*tch
Your f*ckin' name is Tim (What the f*ck?)
Crazy yo' b*tch watch you suicide bait
Nah, he actin' like he's Andrew Tate
Eat all the food when yo' ass on a date
Your c*ck's too small, you can't masturbate
f*ckin' yo' b*tch while I'm wearin' some BAPE
Smokin' Himothy in my vape
Talkin' on my name when you ain't even got one (No name)
[?]
That bar was f*cking terrible, holy sh*t
I'm gonna pass to WARYY

[Part II]

[Bridge: WARYY]
You be a b*tch forever
When your music in my ears, it be terri—
You be a b*tch forever
When your music in my ears, it be te—

[Part III]
[Intro: WARYY]
Lemme punch in

[Verse 3: WARYY]
Why is yo' girlfriend matchin' with eleven year olds?
If you pull up, you would immediately fold
Matter of fact, I don't even know how he pulled
If I ever see you, my Glock gon' bust like Dreamybull
I ain't even tryin' up on this beat
You two the only people that gotta pay me for a feat
Yo, what happened? Why you sayin' the n-word?
Bro, if I was you, I'd put my head inside a blender
I think your girlfriend actually likes kids
Ayy, come here, you can actually slobber on my di*k
Ayy, you can't come here with all that mid
Actually, that sh*t sucks so bad, it doesn't need a diss
Ayy, get off of Bandlab, ayy, get off of Bandlab
Ayy, get off of Bandlab, ayy, get off of Bandla—
Let the music speak for itself

[Part IIII]

[Intro: J-LEN]
Yeah (Bow-bow-bow), how you fat and racist?
Like, pick a f*ckin' struggle, holy sh*t (On bro)
([?]) your girlfriend's a b*tch, too, I hate her (On bro)
[Verse 4: J-LEN]
I feel the ground shake when you f*ckin' walk
Typin' on Discord while I sip my Wok
You is a b*tch, and I don't wanna talk (Yeah, yeah)
"Oh, my God, you're harassing me," b*tch, sh*t, blocked (The f*ck?)
Yap in my ear when yo' b*tch gettin' taken
You is a racist if I'm not mistaken
Gettin' no views on the track, keep it maken
Smokin' this grass like a f*ckin' Jamaican
Motherf*ck fag in my mo'f*ckin' pack
Keep on lackin' on tracks, why you up on my sack?
You won't just call, blame that sh*t on lag
Sayin' the hard R when you is not black

[Outro: J-LEN]
You're a no-name faggot (On God)
This is not going on my main 'cause you're not worth my time (Not worth any of it)
Your girlfriend should leave you 'cause you're a piece of sh*t, bye