"Gossip" lyrics

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

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

I said what?" 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
Niggas 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

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