Rumors (feat. Lil Durk)

Tay Keith fuck these niggas up DJ Meech lil' bitch Them niggas 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 niggas better play slow I don't want no niggas 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 niggas died or shit I know bitches set you up literally niggas dying to hit In this industry ain't what it seem this shit be counterfeit Ain't no lacking she say I'm a nigga 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 niggas 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 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 mula 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 D A 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 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 Told him 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 mula Catch him in the morning wake him up that boy a rooster