Gossip ft. Double G, IZZI & Big Troopie Lyrics

In my head

Yeah I can't get out of my head

Got the 40 planted on the

Left side of my head

Got a bad lil thang

Tryna suck me on trips

LV on my bags

Filled with hunnits to spend

Lil uzi said it first

All my homies are dead

Real ones locked up

Free my dogs from the pen

Keep my mind racing fast

Got my mind on the Ms

Touchdown in your city

Let the sinning begin

Niggas Gossip more than bitches

Y'all can miss me with that

Shorty blowing up my line

Girl you need to fallback

We was stuck in the trenches

Couldn't afford to drawback

Now my shit really knocking

Yeah I think i'm all that

Pot whippa

Drug dealer

Couple shooters on the roster

Top Hittas

Shmurda dance

Money dance

Hot nigga

From the Bottom

Going straight to the top

You could lie to the people

But you know who you not

My time to shine regardless

Of who like it or not

She been vibing with the sound

Said she like it a lot

Aye

Said she like it a lot

Fresh out

Watching For cops

Rolling blunts

Stay burning so they know that i'm out

Sipping forty's

Till i'm faded

Yeah i'm going all out

Got my mind on my money

So they jocking my style

No Sleeping

Stay Geeking

I stay up

Take meds

Then repeat it

No Sleeping

Stay Geeking

I stay up

Take meds

Then repeat it

I'm just a junkie

Getting high to the top

Roll this sip that

I'm surprised I don't drop

And I don't fold like your homies do

Never told like your homies do

And i don't know but your homies do

Niggas Gossip more than bitches

Y'all can miss me with that

Shorty blowing up my line

Girl you need to fallback

We was stuck in the trenches

Couldn't afford to drawback

Now my shit really knocking

Yeah I think i'm all that

Yeah i think i'm all that

Add some tax on it

Different bracket

Out your league

Uncle sam on it

Everybody want this heat

It's a cold winter

Got to go to church on Sundays

I'm a big sinner

Big winner

Everybody know i keep it hush

On the low

Off the coke

Starting to feel the rush

In my zone

Call you out

If you trying to bluff

All goons drop your boys

Keep talking tough

Disrespect me

That's some shit I don't tolerate

Disintegrate

Blow your spot up

I eliminate

501's

With my white tees up

Got the chain hanging on me

Keep my laced up chucks

Is What we doing