Gossip

Ima grind for this shit
On my mama I might fuck around and die for this shit huhhh
Street Gossip we gon slide in a whip
On my life I ain't never had to try wit a bitch nahh

Homicide Homicide in this bitch
Throwing stacks I got niggas that gon slide in a whip nahh
Niggas plotting I won't die till I'm rich
You won't find me and shit you catch a nine to the hip yeah

Masked up I be lookin for trouble
I front you work ima need it back double
Said she love me so I deleted her number
But Tell that bitch im down to link up whenever

I Get chips I a'int talking bout ruffles
Big benz had to burn up the rubber
Foreign whip pass you by like a shuttle
Space ship fly you out with a duffle

I work hard so just pass me my cheque
Its back to business ima need my respect
Overdosing only leading with death
No Disrespect but I heard u obsessed

Fuck rapping only in this for commas
They hating now in a bit they gon love us
They wish we losing but this really the come up
Zon5 hit you niggas with thunder

Y'all niggas so washed up
In the club with my five up
Call some niggas if you acting up
Calm down don't act tough

Geek'd up im only making it fast
No madonna put these snakes in the grass
Independent on this shit we gon pass
If This a race then you coming in last

Ima grind for this shit
On my mama I might fuck round and die for this shit huhhh
Street Gossip we gon slide in a whip
On my life I ain't never had to try wit a bitch nahh

Homicide Homicide in this bitch
Throwing stacks I got niggas that gon slide in a whip nahh
Niggas plotting I won't die till I'm rich
You won't find me and shit you catch a nine to the hip yeah

You about fly as a duck the g in my name is for goose
Please don't look confused tat mean you get touched you not gonna move damn
How could I lose I got the juice
I'm mobbing and plotting on making this guala with all my dudes bullshit get no room

My foxus on running it up, till my squad official like that rat pack
Need a pretty bitch wit a fat ass
Stay wit backwoods and a fat stack
Ride it crazy than she catch that
Bitch got class still I pass that
And was never one fore doing homework but brought work home in a backpack
And would y'all hunger but it's passed that

Starving nigga fuck I need me a plate
Killin verses tryna find me a way
Thanking god that I'm great oh by the way
Heard that nigga leaking info
Now god knows what he in for
And its heat all thru my texts nigga
Like it just is when your wins low
And my kinfolk trynna eat
And imma be the one to feed em
Touch whos plate im blueface
He reach for it ima bleed em

You the type send yo dawg on a mission
Tryna prover you ain't soft then go wit them
You niggas just bark you ain't vicious I talk you gon listen
If not you go missin
Oowwooooo

Ima grind for this shit
On my mama I might fuck round and die for this shit huhhh
Street Gossip we gon slide in a whip
On my life I ain't never had to try wit a bitch nahh

Homicide Homicide in this bitch
Throwing stacks I got niggas that gon slide in a whip nahh
Niggas plotting I won't die till I'm rich
You won't find me and shit you catch a nine to the hip yeah