stream it! (50k song)

[Verse 1: Squiblers] 50k, 50k, 50k, 50k 50k total streams, now my numbers seemin' mean Sorry, I can't hear you, whatcha tryna say to me? Got a business for myself, higher than the top shelf Nah, bitch, I don't need help, keep yo shit to yourself I'm just tryna do my own thing over here While you're over there crying in the corner I can hear your whining constantly, saying, "How are you bigger?" Huh, c'mon, bitch, it's only five figures Talkin' shit all the time, that's all you really do If you wanna get big, you need ways to improve, like Talkin' bout your life will make you really sad I've been told to be fake, but I don't wanna be bad Stop fakin' your shade, stop flexin' it Your number's artificial and I'm officially lit I don't know where I'm at 'cause this world is huge Got a bunch of fans in countries that I never even knew Doin' this for a year, I'm still slick and new Over here makin' rhymes, no one else can be shrude I'm tryna make it bigger than I already have That's why I started making jokes about abandoning dads Put a verse on ALLEYWAY, don't care what you have to say Writin' music everyday, rappin' for the NBA Seems though that I have it made, and that's my own People say if I keep it up, I'll be in a motorhome I don't care where I live as long as I'm happy Just know next time you talk shit, you should at me So I can prove you're wrong, and post your ask aways People call me out a lot for bein' a saint Yeah, I murdered the beat, still allergic to meat They get incredible feats, got opportunities To make a real fine life, okay, that's my bet But [?] their life, the other means, I'm dead But I made it, you a player, talk shit, yeah, you hatin' I don't care if you playin', nobody replicatin' I probably won't listen, got my head in the clouds While you're down there on Earth making incoherent sounds Before you talk shit about the wrong bitch Make sure you know who it is before you go and snitch Because if they make a point and they prove you wrong Say goodbye to your respect, sayonara, so long, bitch [Verse 2: Twikipedia] (D2LTA, bitch) I got 50k, put some diamonds on my wrist Ellie hit the 50k, you know she be makin' hits Twikipedia on the track, I love the bread just like I'm rich But for real, I'm really poor and I can barely buy a switch (Damn) I don't need no autotune, I do that shit myself Yes, I fucking hate the Internet and treat it like it's hell And I heard that Ellie got that too, so I don't brought my shelves I went hunting for some diamonds but instead, I fucking fell All that shit go crazy I don't even f with these lyrics, honestly But look at my sweater I got Louis Vuitton on me I feel like a dresser But I'm not a sell out, I'm in a designer Look at my iPhone, it came with a charger Look at my charger, and know I'ma come' over But most importantly just look at the way that rappin' On this track like around like a vinyl Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace My shoes are from BestBuy, my shirt's from Zimbabwe Twikipedia on that feature this shit gonna blow up Just like every song by Cardi Bitch, I apologize, I never say sorry I'm one of the greatest brands like Ferrari Ever since I dropped my first song, everybody tryna copy [Chorus: Twikipedia] I collect the bag, then I'm dipping from the house Up on Jailbreak I'm most wanted so you better watch out I ain't got my iPhone either so I might gon' switch sides Twikipedia dropping classes 'til the day he fucking die, yeah I collect the bag, then I'm dipping from the house Up on Jailbreak I'm most wanted so you better watch out I ain't got my iPhone either so I might gon' switch sides Twikipedia dropping classes 'til the day he fucking die, yeah [Outro: Twikipedia] Uh... sh-shoutout to me? Twikipedia? I-I'm Twikipedia I'm D2LTA on Roblox, so, yeah (Boo! No one cares!) And I exist (Where's the song? Oh my god...) Thank you Ellie, for letting me be on this song This is awesome and epic (Who cares? No one- shut up!)