Gucci Mane、Lil Durk - Rumors(feat. Lil Durk) (Explicit)
Tay keith f**k these n***as up
Dj meech lil' b***h
Them n***as get on y'all a*s
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 a*s be tripping
Better put your case first
Choking who
I heard them rumors n***as better play slow
I don't want no n***as
Who you catch I want the one I paid for
We on his a*s 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 a*s 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 s**t
Ain't got time to watch your page to see if n***as died or s**t
I know b***hes set you up literally n***as dying to hit
In this industry ain't what it seem this s**t be counterfeit
Ain't no lacking she say I'm a n***a from
The trenches with a accent
Why you asking me who shot your homie why you asking
You got my number you post s**t on the gram you moving backwards
You lucky I don't be doing s**t for the gram you n***as 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
When his goofy a*s jumped in the streets
His a*s a hooper
I know this s**t 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
D**n
Watch the s**t 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 murder 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
P***y
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 a*s jumped in the streets
His a*s a hooper
I know this s**t 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