Gossip Girl

I just ran up some money, you can't do a show in London
Pump fake, niggas ass start jumping
Money spread, got racks them hundreds
Stick poke out like Tim Duncan
You know you not hard, stop frontin'
Big Tec, I'm the one
Feel like I'ma crash, feel like I'ma plunge

Me and my twin rock out like grunge
I had nun, had to make this some
Take that boy gun before he stick it wrong
You fell for the bait, that lil' boy dumb
I love when they try to catch up when they dumb
Got piles of money, these racks in clumps
808 heartbreak, you hearin' the drums
Ducking your head, you hearin' them guns
B-b-brinks truck, and it's carrying tons
My blood foreign, we speakin' in tongues

I heard he like slugs
Don't try run up, don't you dare
Ball Hog gang, we rare
We go up like stairs
My hoe gossipin' like Blair
She want me pay for her hair
We boxed the whip, I need some air
My hood dangerous, don't stay here

Ball Hog baby, I don't have no fear
Glock with switch, I'll make shit clear
I'm on codeine, it's hard to steer
Big ass diamonds in my ear
My hoe gossipin' like Blair
She wan-, uh-uh-uh