Gossip Girl

I done ran up some money

UK, do a show in London

Pump fake, make his ass start jumping

Money spread, got racks in abundance

 

Stick poke out like Tim Duncan

You know you not hard stop fronting

Big tec, yea I'm one of one

Feel like I'm a crash, feel like I'm a plunge

Me and my twin rock out like grunge

I had none, had to make it some

Take that boy down for his stick, get bumped

He fell for the bait yea that lil boy dumb

I love when the chop catch shells when it dump

Got piles of money, racks in clumps

808 heartbreak, yea you hearing the drums

Ducking ya head you hearing them guns

Brinks truck and its carrying tons

My plug foreign we speaking in tongues

I carry heat like the Suns, yea

Don't try to run up don't you dare

Ball hog gang, we rare

We go up like stairs

My hoe gossiping like Blair

She want me pay for her hair

 We box the whip, I need some air

My hood dangerous don't stay there

Ball hog baby I don't have no fear

Glock with a switch gon make shit clear

I'm off codeine, its hard to steer

Big ass diamonds in my ears