Whats The Gossip

I ain't the type to throw my hands i'm the type to let the karma hit em

But my fingers twitching cos I wanna let the llama hit 'em

Tryna get the green like i'm gardening, I shoot my shot like hardaway just tryna get a penny for all of my siblings

I was in detention for like every single lunch

Never by myself hop out the four door with a bunch

No i'm not a waitress but I can serve you a punch

All my brodies really wid it if they not they ain't my cuz

You ain't gotta be my blood for me to call you fam

If you family I'll take care of you when I get bands

My sister make time for me and it make me feel so loved

She ain't gotta tell me that she love me cos I know she does

I want a g wagon