OhVega - Gossip Of Town Lyrics

Pull up with a suit and a silencer James bond
Bae remember the days we was in love won't break bonds
You was always there for me when I needed the edge of
Now I ain't got no one to go to when the shoot outs all done

I heard he got shot up right outside the complex
I heard he went to the whip and he had four flats
I heard that he locked up cause he liked to post straps
I heard that his partner locked up cause he scam checks

I know a girl working to be a nurse but at the spa
I know a girl depending on her man won't get a job
I know a girl depending on her mama won't don't nun
I know a girl depending on her daddy but don't like him

I know a dude who gon' kill anybody bout his bitch
So don't nobody play with him because he keep a switch
He hot headed and gonna wanna crash out really quick
Encountered him one time, we talked it out and settled this

I know a girl who f*ck for money, cash app f*ck right now
I know another girl who do the same through Zelle accounts
I know a girl who goes through her DM's and gets flown out
I know another girl who goes on dates just to eat out

This the gossip around, yeah this the gossip of town
This what they talking about, this what they thinking about
This what these youngins about, this what these bitches about
You won't get bread on the couch, I hit the turbo I'm out

I hit the turbo like shells, I'm shooting nothing but hell
I'm shooting nothing but flairs, I'm getting money non-stop
I ain't punching no clock, I'm out here getting the bread
I'm out here hitting the spread, I'm out here paying for hoes

I'm out here paying for toes, I'm out here paying for nails
I'm out here paying for hair, I'm out here paying for four of them
And you begging for one of them, that could never be me
That shit is so sad to me, we go on trips in the jeep

Her titties bounce like low riders, we go in deep like ghost writers
We get sky high like jet fighters, I keep getting blessed like a bible
I'm lit my vibe, match my lighter, face card a 10 I'm gon' pipe her
My money web up like spiders, I'm not a former disciple

This the gossip around, yeah this the gossip of town
This what they talking about, this what they thinking about
This what these bitches about, this what these youngins about