Knock Monsterr, Hpfmav - How To Achieve “Trap Mode” Aesthetics lyrics

Pull up-pull up-pull up-pull up-pull
Up with spectratio we're stacking

Put this on my blood and all the curses in it
(The curses in it)
I need some new drugs, need to be codependent
(Be codependent)
Maybe try again after some therapy
(Some therapy) don’t know who I am, yeah
You should be scared of me (Be scared of me)
I let bitches become the worst
Part of my reality (Wah)
Not your fault
I just got that bordered personality
(Ayy, yuh, what)
Just lend me a ear like I’m Tyson, homie
(Yuh) if I’m not the main character
Why am I written like one?
Different breed of sickness from
These TikTok kids
How you have your phone? We were
Off the grid, grid, grid, Grid
(Off the grid, grid, grid, grid)
Fuck how you cope
(Cope) , it's food for the screens (Screens)
Turned to a joke that no one should’ve seen
Ayy
No pills, bitch, I’m on trap mode aesthetics
(Yeah) spinning tracks like a skirt from
A girl on Reddit (Woah) , ayy
Am I a goddess? Or are
You just that pathetic?
You fucked yourself so hard
I think it's a fetish (Aaaah)

Do not put us in your top ten
'cause you're already looking at top two
When I say post bad bitches
I'm talking 'bout me and not you
Hop off the dick, bitch, stop biting
Forgot your name like Joe Biden
Nobody sees you, not bad lighting
It's just 'cause nobody likes you
Knock, get the hammer, I'ma get the
Nails, put 'em in a coffin
Send they ass to jail
Stop being jealous, shit is getting
Stale, we just breakin' records
Get 'em in the mail
'Cause our aesthetics is trap
Mode, tell the plug
"Come in through the back door"
Bring your ass out to the moshpit 'cause
We gon' blow your back like Shinzo
Knock-knock, there's a monster, five letters
Offin' your whole head, Huh
Six letters, that's my shit, yeah
Seven letters, need a scholarship, Woah
Everybody talk, nobody walk
How you gon' prove it off the Adderall?
Do I give a fuck? Not at
All, like a beer bottle
We gon' break it off
Don't give two shit's, two fucks
Nobody knows us for what
They gon' say this shit is underrated 'bout
A year after they fucking hated it
I can't blame 'em, I'm
Too flagrant, late-night shit
Don't let the neighbors in
Adrenaline is in my soul, and
My aesthetics still trap mode, Bitch!