Gossip

We gon' fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes-hoes wanna gossip

Niggaz-niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

We gon'-we gon' fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes-hoes wanna gossip

Niggaz-niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

We gon'..

No introductions needed, boi just call me The Undefeated (BIG)

And underneath this Georgia dry, I know I can't be seen with -

(BIGGER) bifocals because my vocals are classic

Like Coca-Cola when they had cocaine in the package (WOOF!)

I meant to say, blow in the ingredients

And I went to the mall today and all the niggaz had on smediums~!

(Hahaha!) Lil' bitty-ass clothes

like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo'

Oh and niggaz (Don't Dance No Mo'), all they do is dis

Beef it up, call me Venus Fly Trap, waitin on fly emcees to eat 'em up

I'm fly as I can be, them weak as fuck

And ain't no keepin up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enough

Fat Sax nigga, Cadillac killer (yep)

Cataract prescription filler, I got my medicinal card

from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels

A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta, bitch!

We never shop with skrangers, no matter what strain they slangin

Some of the game rules done changed

Niggaz is out chea talkin like a cockatoo, to a cop or two

Now they watchin YOU and ya mama too - bird's-eye-view (view)

Uh, I'm gettin blowed on the regular

Ridin and talkin dirty on my cellular

Playa I got some young gurls that'll sell you some

Uh, and if you my homeboy, she gon' give you some

And it's all for the paper, but she still gon' cum

You dippin in the cookie jar and now you sprung

Uh, I'll have you trippin like you smokin furl

Playa my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo' girl

Uh, hol' up

Okay, now niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

Cause they pussy wahn't hittin and they lip was super sloppy

Suck a duck-a motherfucker, rims chop, Lorena Bobbit

Want my money, corner pocket, plenty game hoe

Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of trickin, what's the difference?

Got it poppin like a skillet with some chicken grease in it

Country boy, country ways, from the belly to the grave

Grow to bet nobody trippin cause the money already made - Krizzle

Man, I hate it all the time, I got haters in my biz (biz)

Talkin 'bout the trill but don't know what the fuck it is (is)

Motherfuckers nowadays (days), are seriously sorry (sorry)

Thinkin that the key to life is puttin ya business on Maury (Maury)

You say you rockin Mauri but them motherfuckers Rockport

Always talkin 'bout you bus'in nigga, but ya Glock short (short)

I know the truth so ain't no need in ya lyin (lyin)

Bullshit ain't workin, ain't no need in ya tryin (tryin)

Dyin to be the nigga that's spied in the telescope

Crime with trilla niggaz, put-iron-to-ya-belly folk

Tellin them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers (dangers)

Save it for Jeremy Kyle, Steve, or Jerry Spranger (Spranger)

Buzzin like a bee, tryna stick me witcha stanger (stanger)

Bitch you can get the middle - (What middle?) The fanger

Stick it in ya ass and let it langer, no homo

and hit the high note like an R&B singer on promo (Hol' up!)