Gossip

[Intro]
(Oh my God, it's Fimiguerrero)
(Eyes on that, Pluto)

[Chorus]
She wan' be mine, I know why
She wanna fuck a broke guy
Be the best or be no lie
He want me [?] to slide
Talkin' that shit, you gon' die
Talkin' that shit, don't waste your life
I got beats at number-nine
I wish that beat they be look at
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I be checkin' on the bitch
Me and my panda gon' get rich
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I'm on that big, dumb shit
Yeah, my shooters got me
Make her pussy runny

[Verse]
I said what? "[Nyx?] ain't a broke fam, what?"
Can't relate, yeah
'Nough food on the plate, yeah
No time for conversations
I got the Jamaican
My shooter hunt your fate, yeah
Inshallah, we make it
I used to fight way back, Bruce Lee
N***as talkin' shit like they know Blee
My brother got the Glock and they come my way to be
They can't talk that shit to me
Designer [?]'s poppin' me
Yeah, that phone's a part of me
I barely got the [?]
[?], I know why
Keepin' a buck, a broke guy
[Chorus]
Be the best or be no lie
They want me-me, now it's time to slide
Talkin' that shit, you gon' die
Talkin' that shit, don't waste your life
I got beats at number-nine
I wish that beat they be look at
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I be checkin' on the bitch
Me and my panda gon' get rich
I'm on that big, dumb shit
I'm on that big, dumb shit
Yeah, my shooters got me
Make her pussy runny