[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!)