Talk Trash Back
Yeah
Turn me up
If you’re talking reckless,
talk louder
You walk in acting famous,
who invited all that noise?
Whole personality built from annoying little choices You got volume,
no substance, that’s a terrible mix Big mouth,
tiny impact, that’s the size of your tricks I don’t argue with
a clown, I just point at the shoes You keep fishing for
attention, I got nothing to lose Every sentence full of caps,
every comeback falls flat You’re not scary,
you’re exhausting — learn the difference in that (hahaha)
Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, you talk too much All that fake tough energy,
nobody’s impressed by such Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, take several seats You’re a comment with a pulse and a
weak-ass beat Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, save your breath I’m the headline,
you’re a typo that got lost in the text Shut your bitch
ass up, hoe, don’t test my luck Say it with your whole
chest — then shut the fuck up
You got gossip in your mouth and confusion in your eyes Make
a whole dramatic speech,
still nobody knows why You rehearse your little insults,
but the timing’s still trash Like a clearance-rack villain with a coupon
for a mask I’m too busy getting better,
you’re committed to a feud If hating paid the rent,
you’d finally be in the mood You can keep the fake applause
and your discount attitude I’m not rude,
I’m just allergic to your presence and your view
No threats, no drama,
just a verbal shutdown You brought a megaphone,
I brought the whole rundown If being this annoying was a talent,
you’d be rich But the check bounced twice,
so now you’re still a bitch
Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, you talk too much All that fake tough energy,
nobody’s impressed by such Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, take several seats You’re a comment with a pulse and a
weak-ass beat Shut your bitch ass up,
hoe, save your breath I’m the headline,
you’re a typo that got lost in the text Shut your bitch
ass up, hoe, don’t test my luck Say it with your whole
chest — then shut the
fuck up Mic off
Conversation over