Lyrics

I swear I'm picking up this shit now My name is fyoum, nice to meet you, where you at? Oh Feel like I'm burning, feel like I'm turning til they [?] I talk too much and let it out in front of people Put it up, put it up Put your hands up I got a gun, Glock-17's my friend, oh Empty your pockets, empty all of your fucking savings Pressure plates around you while you're in the bathroom shaving (ew what the f-) I'm spraying goosebumps, bang everyone just like doors I call you [?] but not til I see your dad know it's us Apologize to me, all my friends pretending that I shot Like a [?] I'm killing everyone My heart's into the bass, embarrassed 'cause I'm in Nodding to this tape, oh It's mostly for the lyrics and the bass I stitched everything inside the fucking trash, yeah You are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, you are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, you are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, you are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, you are, by far, the best, uh The best I ever hated, by far, the best, uh You are, you-