Gossip Folks lyrics

[Intro: Random people chatting]
Move out the way
Angel Haze is coming through
I heard Angel Haze grew up in the pot hole (Aw look at that b*tch)
I heard she was f*cking Chrishell Stubbs
Then started f*cking Gambino (That's just like her anyway)
I heard the b*tch deep throated two lizards and an anaconda

[Verse 1:]
Look, ride with my new b*tch
But I’m on my old sh*t
Yeah I hold the power, ho, that remote control sh*t
f*cking bandwagon, that them b*tches jumping on it
Bet I rap circles on them b*tches like an orbit
Bet I rap circles till they dizzy like a full twist
Bet I kill b*tches till I’m digging up they mortgage
Yo till I’m digging up they mortgage

And throw their bodies down like a preacher in a ball pit
Yo I’m nasty though, maybe we can record it like Casio
Maybe you can bite this, like Dracula
And put the head in when I f*cking back it up
Nah I’m brash as f*ck, get it wetter than a motherf*cking aqueduct
Get it wetter than a motherf*cking bath of ducks
Hand run it, so you b*tches can’t pass it up
Like
[Verse 2]
Yo, what the f*ck these b*tches wanna know about me?
There ain’t one thing on earth I ain’t told about me
Just a month ago I was a no-uh-body
Now everybody wanna f*cking know about me, huh?
b*tch best respect my space, stepping on your face
Like you detect my weight
b*tch I’m the best I see, blowing like the motherf*cking next Ali
Yo there’s a man down and I’m chillin with a motherf*cking bad brown
And another bad chick that sand toned, when her face painted on
Like Van Gogh
Yo y’all motherf*ckers know I’m nasty, catch
Whatever motherf*ckers throwing at me, gimme
Like motherf*cker throw, I’m Cassie
And I better send them b*tches going home happy

[Verse 3]
Look, once upon a time in Detroit
There was a little b*tch born with a sweet voice
Saying all she ever wanted was to sing a song
And have a crowd full of people that sing along
But nobody gave a f*ck that this was all off the top like a game of duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose
b*tch my flow wild, like it’s been cut loose
And I’m running every lane like a wild car
And I still kill b*tches when I stubborn
Yo it wasn’t never really easy though
But I never let them think that they could see me though
‘Cause I was alone at the bottom
Kept getting played like Hillary Rodham
Now I’m up top and I’m coming for you losers
b*tches said it couldn’t happen but I’m living f*cking proof b*tches
So now all that’s left is to shine on ‘em
Whip it out and wet that sh*t from my behind and on ‘em
Y’all n*ggas thought you would see my grind over
But I’mma do this every motherf*cking time on you
Yo I ain’t even break a sweat
Making your f*cking head spin
Till you break your neck
I’m playing armadillo to a straight respect
I’m putting heat to you b*tches like vapor necks
Yo look, I’m up, up and away
Smacking any b*tch who got something to say
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch is nothing to me
I wish a b*tch would get tree stumped in the face
Yo tree stumped in the face, wait tree stumped in the face
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch is nothing to me
I wish a b*tch would get tree stumped in the face
[Outro:]
I mean I already know there a lot of these b*tches are mad anyway
I mean, like, like I said I mean I feel like cause I'm stylin' on 'em
b*tches out here shaped like caravans
b*tches out here looking like wet noodles in the face
b*tches out here looking like mother f*cking planet Jupiter
b*tches out here with edges looking like skid marks
Like, I just, I just, I know its cause I do the god damn thing on 'em
You know?
So its like I'm over here looking like a bag of money
And you over here looking like a bag of ventriloquist dummies
Like, I'm just trying to say it, like I'm the best b*tch doing it
I don't gave a f*ck yo
I never gave a f*ck yo