How To Achieve “Trap Mode” Aesthetics

[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!