Trap Talk
I just looked into the Mirror
He said you is the fairest
My Diamonds spoke right back and said
Now look at these here carats
My Pockets started screaming
Ginger I know you hear us
Why the fuck you put all these dead white men down here I'm embarrassed
The Dog started barking
Where the hell you get these Gators
Wrist sparkling like
I can show you how to be a Player
The Keys started jingling
You can not catch me hater
I've got a Hemi under the hood
Skirrrrt see you later
My Eyes said I know Versace gay but he's got flavor
My Stomach started growling
Man I'm hungry get my weight up
My Safe started hollering
God damn Homie wait up
Big Faces in there mumbling like
This Negus ain't playing
Surveillance went off red alert Creed it's an invasion
The Kush got up loud and said
Nah that there is my patient
The Fifty got jealous
Creed why don't you smoke me
The Neurons got to ticking like
You make it hard to think
The Mids got fluffed up & said
That Kush put you to sleep
I said Man I just ran through twenty pounds
Now don't you fuck with me
My Hammer got to cocking back like
Don't you fuck with Creed
My Chopper laying back like
Y'all Negus don't want no beef
Flat Screens all over cut on and said
Now this is something to see
Then the Pro Tools powered up like
Y'all muthafuckas are G's
But I can make you money that them Negus never see
My Eyes got big and said
Now what you say to me
He said you is the fairest
My Diamonds spoke right back and said
Now look at these here carats
My Pockets started screaming
Ginger I know you hear us
Why the fuck you put all these dead white men down here I'm embarrassed
The Dog started barking
Where the hell you get these Gators
Wrist sparkling like
I can show you how to be a Player
The Keys started jingling
You can not catch me hater
I've got a Hemi under the hood
Skirrrrt see you later
My Eyes said I know Versace gay but he's got flavor
My Stomach started growling
Man I'm hungry get my weight up
My Safe started hollering
God damn Homie wait up
Big Faces in there mumbling like
This Negus ain't playing
Surveillance went off red alert Creed it's an invasion
The Kush got up loud and said
Nah that there is my patient
The Fifty got jealous
Creed why don't you smoke me
The Neurons got to ticking like
You make it hard to think
The Mids got fluffed up & said
That Kush put you to sleep
I said Man I just ran through twenty pounds
Now don't you fuck with me
My Hammer got to cocking back like
Don't you fuck with Creed
My Chopper laying back like
Y'all Negus don't want no beef
Flat Screens all over cut on and said
Now this is something to see
Then the Pro Tools powered up like
Y'all muthafuckas are G's
But I can make you money that them Negus never see
My Eyes got big and said
Now what you say to me
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Writer(s): Chris Diehl
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