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Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
They like the way that I rock it
Tryna compete where you can't compare
Red light, bitch need to stop it
Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
Take off cause bitch I'm a rocket
Bet they can't match my bank
Gone with them lil bitty pockets

I been a problem
She got the spotlight so I rob her
Cause I am the topic of every discussion
No need for you bitches to bother
I am top tier
Spitting that shit that I know you gone feel
Boss bit*h, no hand outs I pick up the bill
Ain't with all the rara, lil bitch need the chill
Nah
You want no problem with me
Nah
You wanna cook no beef

Cause I am the bitch that's gone shoot and won't miss
Take all of his cash cause these hoes for the streets
Make a few calls they don't play bout me
No stooping to peasants, can't talk to a queen
I talk and they listen, these hoes pay attention but swear up and down
They can't stand me

Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
They like the way that I rock it
Tryna compete where you can't compare
Red light, bitch need to stop it
Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
Take off cause bitch I'm a rocket
Bet they can't match my bank
Gone with them lil bitty pockets

I ain't never had no friends cause all these bitches whack
They focused on attention and I want the cash
Smile all in your face but throwing shade behind your back
These hoes be telling lies when I spit major fax
Fitting in never was my thing
I'm a diamond bitch let me bling Talking shit is a girl's best friend
Till it's time to get in the motherfuckin' ring
She scream I scream
Ever seen a pink gun with a high beam
Ever seen bullets faster than a high speed or so much blood on the fucking crime scene
I ain't trippin it's perfect timing
I ain't trippin just putting my time in
Oh so soon it's mine and I win if told otherwise then shit get violent
A whole lot of boom then shit get silence
I'm the main attraction might start a riot
Hurricane bunny rain and Highwinds cause it's to take over ring the sirens

Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
They like the way that I rock it
Tryna compete where you can't compare
Red light, bitch need to stop it
Ain't trippin on gossip
I been a topic
Take off cause bitch I'm a rocket
Bet they can't match my bank
Gone with them lil bitty pockets



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Writer(s): Keah Clayton
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