Trap Testament

(whispering

and giggles)

"DJ, why you playing this tea-party music?" "Ayy ok sure what yall

want" "Uhm girls whats that one genre of music that abby really

hates?" "Trap!" "Ayy dj play us some of that trap music u

got some good stuff there dont you"

"Oh yes! Now we talking!" (hahaha) You walking round like you own

the place

But everybody sees right through your face (that's right) Talking big but

you're running low Time to pack up,

Abby, it's time to go (go on now)

"Girl look at her i bet she got no boyfreind" (hahaha)

"Mhm yes baby she aint got no boyfreind at all"

(ooh, cold-hearted!)

Abby, your clock is ticking down You're the joke of this whole

town (amen!) Yeah, your crown is falling down to the floor And

we don't wanna hear your talk

no

more

(no more,

no more!)

You tried to play us all for fools

But you're the one breaking all the rules (uh-huh) With your fake

gold and your empty pride Nowhere left for your lies to hide

(tell 'em!)

"Did she really think she was doing something?" "Please,

she's trying way too hard!"

"Abby, go home!" (giggles and jeers)

No more,

no more,

no more! (yeah,

yeah!)

"Mhm, that's what you get,

Abby!"

(laughter and chatter fading)