Trapmassiah Toolbox

(Girl 1): "DJ, why you playing this tea-party music?" (DJ): "Ayy ok

sure what yall want?" (Girl 1): "Uhm girls whats that one genre

of music that abby really hates?" (All Girls): "Trap!" (Girl 2): "Ayy

DJ play us some of that trap music u got some good

stuff there dont you?"

Watch her walking in with that borrowed coat Tryna talk big but

you sinking the boat Oh Abby,

you acting so grand But you're building your house on sand (yeah,

preach!) (Girl 1): "Girl look at her i bet she got no

boyfreind" (All girls): (Girl 2): "Mhm

yes baby she aint got no boyfreind at all"

Oh Abby, why you gotta lie to the world?

(why you gotta lie?) You're just a bitter,

lonely little girl Heaven help your soul,

you're running out of time Yeah,

you're running out of time!

Trying to stand high on a broken throne

Dialing his number on a borrowed phone

We see through the glitz and the fake gold shine (tell the

truth now!) Your stories don't align

Oh Abby, why you gotta lie to the world?

(tell 'em!) You're just a bitter,

lonely little girl Heaven help your soul,

you're running out of time

Yeah, you're running out of time!

(Oh yeah!) (Abby, you done!)

(gospel diva ad-libs fade)