Lyrics
Chorus
I-I-I-I-I'm a DJ, call me "DJ facts"
Do not say that I don't care
All my whips are foreign
Bitch, I'm living in fucking Bel Air
Wrap your body parts up, In a fucking Benz truck
She just think she cooler than me (Oh, oh she just got slapped again?)
Well I told her that she's not
Skit: ?
Oh my God, and again, and again
Oh wow, the three-time
She's literally ruthless and she does not care
She has that crown on her head for a reason
Verse 1
Hey, it's tr1st4n, and I'm back
Just kidding, you all smell like trash
Pick up [?] my hands
Take a fucking dookie on the track
You're my valentine, I want you here forever
C-c-cut my name in your wrist (Yeah, we look good together)
Cross my heart and hope to die, all I want a foregin whip
Bitches all up on me, but I don't give a shit
Yeah, I don't give a shit, does she want me here? (Does she want me here)
Baby, does she want me there
I can never tell what she wants, 'cause she is never clear
Verse 2
Kill yourself (Ah, ah) everybody (Ah, ah)
Stop fucking talking shit behind me (Ah, ah yeah, she is never clear, ah, ah)
Talk shit to my face
Eat my dick
Eat my dick
Eat my dick
Eat my dick
Eat my dick
Eat my dick
Blacked out Escalade
Yeah my whip is tough
Girl's still on my lap she can't get enough
F-f-follow you home from church
And watch your blood dr-dr-dr-drip
I like the way that u move
I don't wanna see you stop it
Chorus
I-I-I-I-I'm a DJ, call me "DJ facts"
Do not say that I don't care
All my whips are foreign, bitch, I'm living in fucking Bel Air
Wrap your body parts up, In a fucking Benz truck
She just think she cooler than me
Well I told her that she's not
Verse 3
Vampire girl, I can tell that she wants me
Bitches cut themselves in the bathroom, 'cause they're ugly
Yeah, it's tr1st4n, I'm a trapstar bitch
I know that they like my shit
Just 'cause you like my shit, doesn't mean that you can copy it
Dance until you break, I don't wanna see you fake it
If you wanna meet, gotta shake your ass and then get naked
Need uh, need a emo girl to slit my wrist
I'm so dull, I might smoke a blunt
Yeah, I'm too legit
Uh, yeah, I'm too legit
Yeah, I'm too legit (Too)
Anorexic bitch it's my girl
She don't like to eat, 'cause every time she do I tell her hurl
When she sees my shoes
I am way too clean
(I am way too clean for)
I am way too clean for you
I am way too clean uhh
I am way too clean woaahh
Chorus
I-I-I-I-I'm a DJ, call me "DJ facts"
Do not say that I don't care
All my whips are foreign, bitch, I'm living in fucking Bel Air
Wrap your body parts up, In a fucking Benz truck
She just think she cooler than me
Well I told her that she's not
Track Details
Release Date
2021-11-10
℗ 2021 tr1st4n
© 2021 tr1st4n
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