Trash Talk

Lyrics

[Verse]
T.B.S. talkin' like they're runnin' the game,
Puttin' out tracks that all sound the same.
Damone in the zone, but he lost his way,
Tryna find a hit, but he just can't sway.

[Verse 2]
J Silyyy tryna flex with a broken flow,
Lyrics so weak, might as well let it go.
Lord Cuck can't cut it, stuck in a rut,
Spittin' barbs so blunt, couldn't even cut.

[Chorus]
Trash talk, bringin' y'all down,
Name's in the lights, but you're losin' the crown.
Ellen and Matt, can't hold it back,
Sounds like a joke, and that ain't no act.

[Verse 3]
Ellen thinkin' she the queen of the scene,
But every single bar sounds like a bad dream.
Matt the morning, always yawning on the track,
Energy so low, need a coffee, that's a fact.

[Bridge]
Josh Afters, after what? Afterthought, no doubt,
Claimin' he's the king but ain't nobody shout.
Verse after verse, it just gets worse,
Lyrics so dry you'll need a nurse.

[Verse 4]
Tryna act tough but you're all just soft,
Fly higher than a kite and you still got lost.
Ego so inflated, floatin' on air,
But all you do is talk, ain't no action there.