Trash Talk Lyrics

Yo, uh, let's go

I'm on top, uh,

Comin' home with me, got her wetter than a mop

Talk about these rappers, but I'm better than a lot of em

I don't give a fuck if they're intelligent or not

Man, I'm settled in my spot

These fellas need to stop

They've never been as eloquent it's evident

I'ma be real, dawg, I'm not the one to bet against

I don't need deals, dawg, I got what I'll ever need

I don't need to keep up with the trends, dawg, I'm evergreen

I was doin' shit as a kid, you ain't never seen

I don't give a shit, I been about the work, dawg

If she lookin' good, then you know I'm bout to flirt, dawg

I ain't gonna lie, man, I been that guy And if she got a ass, she can send that by

And if you got some beats, you can send that pack

I'll just spit a smash on it, then I'll send that back

Man, I do the dash on it when I get that cat

It's true my stash long cause I don't spend that stack

I'm just sittin' home, listenin' to some shit that I ain't put out yet

Thinkin' bout all the money that I haven't count yet

I just think it's so funny, they like, how come

Cause if you fuck around with me, you know the outcome

I'm so sick, my nose runny, half these hoes bummy

I don't even need to use the style that they stole from me

Uh, I don't slack off, motherfuckers talkin' all that shit you need to back off

Fuck all of the drama, man, just listen to the facts, dawg

I don't do no sitting or relax dawg

See me in the studio, I'm cookin' up some crack, dawg

I don't need a hit, cause I'm buildin' up a catalog

Had a long run, but it's comin' to a halt now

And if you come across me, you're gettin crossed out

You don't wanna cross me, I'm the boss now

I'm the one they call king, take your lost clown

You don't wanna involve me, move at Godspeed

Kill you on your own beat, put the chalk down

You ain't wantin' no beef, I'm the one chief

One punchline, and you'll miss a couple front teeth

I ain't with the whole group, man, I'm one deep

And what I spit is all facts, I don't front

Creep, uh,

Nope, I don't front

And I'm bout to make it, man, I swear I got a hunch

Send the beat, I'll eat it, man, I'll treat it like it's lunch

And it's the real thing, hell no, this ain't

a stunt, uh