(We don't do no gossip)
Tick tick
Tick tick

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
I got this PS2 controlled wrapped around my foot
Its lit (its lit)
When I get up I'm gon' trip
Shoulda seen it but I slipped
Its ok, its (?)
Call these hoes and call my friends
Either that or play the Sims
Listening to (?)
Might get drunk and try to whip (whip)
(?) hella different
I get money just to spit
Writing 16's like its essays
Now my homework coming in
Know my teachers would be proud
I still know how to count to ten
Doing PEMDAS for the check to make sure the owners didn't skimp
Gotta pay my rent, dipping in the Uber or the Lyft
Throwing bones like Ludacris when I'm off the spliff
I'm in my era, spiked green tea in a moshpit
And we not out for tabloid pictures
We don't do no gossip
(Tick tick)

[Bridge: Michael Christmas]
We don't do no gossip, we don't do no gossip
We don't do no gossip, we don't do no gossip
We don't do no gossip, we don't do no gossip
We don't do no gossip, we don't do no gossip

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
I meet my maker, I'm telling him to his face
Thanks for all the gifts you gave
Sad 'bout all the friends you take
I get fucked up when I'm by myself
My movements in the shade
I be smoking, eating Chinese food, Weeds season 8
Tom Brady, Randy Moss
Lady Parts gon' make the toss
Them other rappers catching balls, pause
That's on god
I'm Daryl Dawkins, chocolate thunder
With my afro having Boston accent
Half a beer, chug it