DE4TH NOT3 ! ft. Yung Stars Lyrics

Mm, hahaha

Yeah

Aye

I don't give a fuck 'bout what you say

The same old shit, a different day

Keep spreadin' lies, what's it gonna gain?

No one's gon' believe them anyway

Can't believe I'm goin' through this again

Get this shit through your fuckin' head

Keep my name out your fuckin' mouth

'Cuz to me, you're already dead

You just mad that you see me goin' up

You gon' be worse when you see me blowin' up

Most versatile artist, I ain't stayin' stuck

One song could be rap, the next, pop punk

Fuck you, and everything that you love

While they all hatin, I stay cookin up

They gon' know the mistakes that they made

When they see me up and above

Hahaha

Ah, man, fuck this shit

If you ever come through, I'ma hit you with the 1-2

I ain't got a license, but I'll drop you with the gun too

Leave you quiet with nowhere to run to

You tryna fuck up my life?

Hell nah, fuck you

If you ever come through, I'ma hit you with the 1-2

I ain't got a license, but I'll drop you with the gun too

Leave you quiet with nowhere to run to

You tryna fuck up my life?

Hell nah, fuck you

This bitch tryna throw around fake assault stories

These fucking tales are getting boring

I'll see you in the crowd when I'm motherfuckin' touring

Getting texts, they say you go around whoring

Been a minute since I've thrown some shade

Don't ever hit me up, stay in your lane

Thought I could trust you, but you stayed the same

Bitched about my friends to my fucking face

Comin' out the mist, you stupid bitch

Don't care if you hate me, I don't give a shit

Comin' out the mist, you stupid bitch

Don't care if you hate me, I don't give a shit

AHHHH

Carve him like a pumpkin

Hole in you like some donuts, I'm dunkin'

This led be like some trash, you know I dump this

Worthless, you are to me, you're nothing

AHH

Out of control, loose wires

Mask on my face like I'm Myers

Like I'm rubbing two sticks, I'm on fire

Can't function, cut you short like a junction

Have him dead in the Dungeon, uh

Crushing your spirit, and your ego

Vampire got fangs, hoe I'm emo

Exploding like I'm a torpedo

Gotta slow it down you cannot keep up with my speed

Love it when shawty done make me bleed

Hold up, lemme run it back, that's a bit too obscene

Having them searching for you like it's bing

Fantasy finna be reality, not a dream

I do what I want, I do not care what you think

Strange, love pain, bash his head and slit his throat

I can't maintain, Straitjacket is my coat

Can't say, rip page, write his name in my death note, yuh

Arrange, deranged, he run up and get smoked, yuh