New Console

Lyrics

[Intro] Shut up, bitch It's not like I really won, it's just that all of you are losers It's not like I really won, it's just that all of you are losers [Verse 1: Sunshine Christo] It's me and my boy Vain, my nigga, DreProfane We based angels in this hoe, we on another plane They be trying to hate, they be so lame I just do my thing, I just do my thing Playing a different game, got that new console I ain't a dentist, I'll rip out your tonsils I'm an unlockable character hidden in the roster I been bouncing around cliques like I'm in foster You bit my swag, you is an imposter I'm sick in the head like I am a monster Like Johan, I'm playing with these hoes You can set the bar high, bitch, I'm coming with my pole [Verse 2: Vain] Rise from the dead like I'm God's son Blow the fuck up like in Top Gun Never make a sad song, keep the vibes positive Newton's Third Law, promise you will face the consequence Always on the right side, always on track Bitches saying bye-bye, bitches left back Steaming fucking forward, call me fucking Thomas We gon' fucking make it, that's my fucking promise Fuck a resume, use my fucking catalogue Listening to Vain, hired me without a thought I don't even got to listen, I don't even got it written Walking in that bitch and I walk out with position [Chorus: Vain] Run my numbers up, that's a positive Keep hating on me, that's a positive Say anything you want, I can't fucking hear you Looking at your numbers, real fucking close to zero Been at it a while, since I was thirteen Since we had a stream, you can't break this bond This shit is untouchable, looking at the views, looking real comfortable [Verse 3: Sunshine Christo] Stupid little rat trying to hop up in my 'lac Bitch, you can't have that, 'cause that is my cash Hey, that is mine, don't play with my nine Don't play with my slime, don't play with my gang You can have a pretty face, but you're still going to pay Get out of my way, I am not like these others I am not your brother, I ain't related to y'all I be running yards around the block like I'm playing football, you bitch [Verse 4: Vain] Rise from the dead like I'm God's son Blow the fuck up like in Top Gun Never make a sad song, keep the vibes positive Newton's Third Law, promise you will face the consequence Always on the right side, always on track Bitches saying bye-bye, bitches left back Steaming fucking forward, call me fucking Thomas We gon' fucking make it, that's my fucking promise Fuck a resume, use my fucking catalogue Listening to Vain, hired me without a thought I don't even got to listen, I don't even got it written Walking in that bitch and I walk out with position [Chorus: Vain] Run my numbers up, that's a positive Keep hating on me, that's a positive Say anything you want, I can't fucking hear you Looking at your numbers, real fucking close to zero Been at it a while, since I was thirteen Since we had a stream, you can't break this bond This shit is untouchable, looking at the views, looking real comfortable