Rumors (feat. Lil Durk) Lyrics

Rumors (feat. Lil Durk) - Gucci Mane

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Tay Keith, Fu#k These Ni#gas Up!

Dj Meech, Lil’ Bit#h

Them Ni#gas Get On Y’all Ass,

Y’all Play With Me Like I Ain’t Worse

Tryna Gossip Up The Blogs Like Y’all

Ain’t Said My Name First

He A Junkie, He Ain’t Shot His Gun

Yet, He Blame Percs

Shot A Video And Had A Shootout

In The Same Shirt

What You Know About Popping Out

And Trying To Hit They Face First?

They Like Smurk, Your Ass Be Tripping,

Better Put Your Case First

Choking Who? I Heard Them Rumors,

Ni#gas Better Play Slow

I Don’t Want No Ni#gas Who You Catch,

I Want The One I Paid For

We On His Ass, He In The A,

You See How Long They Stay For

Ain’t No Hotel Room,

We Pop Outside The Hyatt With Dracos

Hellcats, They Get Off Any Scene,

The Police Chase Those

Trolling Ass, We Shot Your Homie,

We Ain’t Know He Can Take Those

If I Say Your Name, Don’t Post It,

Opps Be On All Kind Of Shit

Ain’t Got Time To Watch Your Page

To See If Ni#gas Died Or Shit

I Know Bit#hes Set You Up,

Literally, Ni#gas Dying To Hit

In This Industry, Ain’t What It Seem,

This Shit Be Counterfeit

Ain’t No Lacking, She Say I’m A Ni#ga

From The Trenches With A Accent

Why You Asking Me Who Shot Your Homie,

Why You Asking?

You Got My Number, You Post Shit On The Gram,

You Moving Backwards

You Lucky I Don’t Be Doing Shit For The Gram,

You Ni#gas Cowards

Better Not Believe No Rumors,

Rest In Peace To Koopa

I Jumped On The School Bus,

And I Had Brung A Ruger

Always Drank An 8th Of Act,

I Never Drunk A Cooler

They Get Your Location,

They Might Pop Outside In Ubers

Better Not Believe No Rumors,

Rest In Peace To Koopa

I Jumped On The School Bus,

And I Had Brung A Ruger

Always Drank An 8th Of Act,

I Never Drunk A Cooler

They Get Your Location,

They Might Pop Outside In Ubers

When His Goofy Ass Jumped In The Streets?

His Ass A Hooper

I Know This Shit Don’t Matter,

I Took A Shower With A Cougar

Bring Him Out Retirement,

He Gon’ Kill You For That Moolah

Catch Him In The Morning, Wake Him Up,

That Boy A Rooster (Go)

He Took It To Trial,

I Tried To Tell Him It Was Stupid (I Knew It)

They Gave Him So Much Time,

His Knees Got Weak And He Was Woozy (Damn)

Watch The Shit You Say,

The Feds Be Listening To The Music (Woah)

And They Gon’ Take Your Lyrics

And Build A Case And Try To Use It

Va Dropped My Mu#der,

Didn’t Have Evidence To Prove It (Nah)

I Think My House Is Haunted,

Yeah By Who? The Ghost Of Pookie (Woah)

He Ain’t Killed Nobody But

Keep Rapping About The Shootings (Pussy)

Still Ain’t Got Revenge Yet But

Keep Making Up Excuses (Wow)

Cuz Done Drank So Much Lean That

His Gut Got Big As Gucci’s (Lean)

Quit While He Ahead And Don’t Go Out

Like Whitney Houston (Huh)

He Got Caught Without It,

Now They Robbing Him For His Rubies (Woah)

He Wouldn’t Give It Up So

He Got Buried In His Cuban (It’s Gucci)

Better Not Believe No Rumors,

Rest In Peace To Koopa

I Jumped On The School Bus,

And I Had Brung A Ruger

Always Drank An 8th Of Act,

I Never Drunk A Cooler

They Get Your Location,

They Might Pop Outside In Ubers

When His Goofy Ass Jumped In The Streets?

His Ass A Hooper

I Know This Shit Don’t Matter,

I Took A Shower With A Cougar

Bring Him Out Retirement,

He Gon’ Kill You For That Moolah

Catch Him In The Morning, Wake Him Up,

That Boy A Rooster..