K$tg - Toxic/Gossip (feat. BigBeirut)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uhI just took some Molly, I might vomit, uh
Yeah, ex-bitch, she so toxic, uh
She demonic, uh
You niggas out of pocket
So watch your wallet
Cause I might pocket
I stay with Beirut, he keep that rocket
If a nigga got a problem, he might pop it
And I stay with them killers in the tropics
Yeah, all my niggas the main topic
Why we always in your topics
You niggas always in the gossip
You better stop it
Better drop shit
If it ain't about the money, nigga, drop it
Can't love my bitch cause she so toxic
If they in the picture, we gon' crop it
Ice up on me, froze, yeah, I'm frostbite
Your bitch, yeah, she on me, eatin' boss dick, yeah
Pain up on my back, kept me exhausted
They ain't gon' do shit, but they gon' talk shit
Choppa throwin' bullets, randy moss shit
I spent 20 Benz up in the sum, I'm tryna tell y'all I love you
Try to show ain't no other bitch above you
It felt like cocaine when I hug you
Releasing off endorphins when I rubbed you
And I might probably cheat cause that's what thugs do
I tried to show you love, but I can't love you
My niggas for their mills, they tryna meek shit
Tried to give you my all, you on some weak shit
The worst part, I still love you, uh
But I got to still do me, that's what thugs do
So this the motherfuckin' thug groove
Me and Roc makin' drug moves
Had to go get me a bad bitch just to talk back
And show you my ass, whole bunch of snake shit in here
I see em in the grass
Srt reach about 210 , I seen on the dash
Move to fast
Pray to God that I don't crash, you put me last
Loony Tunes, I'm about to spaz, move like Taz
Baby girl, I miss your ass
How you try to trade me like I was a nobody
Heard you tryna play me like I was a nobody
Thought we was coming round 2 or 3, we was both riding
That's the seafood seafood , yeah
Oh your ass was so see-through, see-through, yeah
Why you hit me, that was lethal, lethal, yeah
Now I'm off to Molly, I done glowed up, uh, yeah
Tell them lil' niggas better grow up, uh, yeah
Why these niggas always tryna show up
Can't show em no love, yeah
Why I'm in your town, I'm gettin' rich again
Why I'm with your girl, I'm with your bitch again
Why I hit the plug, I need a brick again
Make it flip again, I'm gettin' rich again
I done fuck these hoes, I'm at the Ritz again
I'm up on the roads just like some Michelins
I can't trust these hoes, especially from Michigan
I think I got caught, I need some Vicks again
Take a sip again
I'm drinkin' on this codeine
Why you mad at the old me, talkin' like she know me
White nigga shoot from the corner
Fa Fa Fa
He shoot like Ginobili
Brody shoot from the corner, fa fa fa
He shoot like Kobe
I just took some Molly, I might vomit, uh
Yeah, ex-bitch, she so toxic, uh
She demonic, uh
You niggas out of pocket
So watch your wallet
Cause I might pocket
I stay with Beirut, he keep that rocket
If a nigga got a problem, he might pop it
And I stay with them killers in the tropics
Yeah, all my niggas the main topic
Why we always in your topics
You niggas always in the gossip
Written by:
Kirk Manning
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