Gossip At Brunch Wynne

[Intro]
Oh yeah, how you doing?
I got reservations for Heff?
Okay, okay, I gotta sit back there?
Is that where Wynne at?
Okay, okay, bet
What's good?
Oh you know, same old same old

[Chorus]
You acting like you know what's up
But if I say jump, you jump
Blue jewelry on my hand going numb
Put a baller in my bed, he's hung
22, whole team going up
And we're close to the top like Punch
I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much)
I guess I missed the gossip at brunch
(I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done)

[Verse 1]
Got a clutch in my hand like Dame
Huckleberry color sweats, Mark Twain
Everybody from my town still the same (Out in LO?)
Would've showed ya' how not to be lame (You gotta show 'em)
But I didn't wanna do it in vain (Okay, okay)
Me and homeboy fucking, profane
One day they gonna call me cocaine
Ice dripping, not getting no stains
And my J cold, Jermaine (Like J. Cole)
Shooting my shot, I got aim
Big booty, hard to keep it contained (God damn)
Didn't not mean to post it on main (I can see it)
I don't go on any walks of shame
I know we're all glad that I came
Chug, chugging champagne like a train (Like a what?)
Itay twisting up like a sprain (Okay, go roll the wood up)