How To Achieve “Trap Mode” Aesthetics

Lyrics

[Intro: Knock Monsterr & spectratio] Pull up-pull up-pull up-pull up-pull up with spectratio We're stacking [Verse 1: Knock Monsterr] 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 its a fetish (Aaaah!) [Verse 2: Scambrother] 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 shits, 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!