Gucci Mane - Rumors lyrics
[Intro] (Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up) (DJ Meech, lil' b*tch) [Verse 1: Lil Durk] Them ni**as 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**as better play slow I don't want no ni**as 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 sh*t Ain't got time to watch your page to see if ni**as died or sh*t I know b*tches set you up, literally, ni**as dying to hit In this industry, ain't what it seem, this sh*t be counterfeit Ain't no lacking, she say I'm a ni**a from the trenches with a accent Why you asking me who shot your homie, why you asking? You got my number, you post sh*t on the 'Gram, you moving backwards You lucky I don't be doing sh*t for the 'Gram, you ni**as cowards [Chorus: Lil Durk & Gucci Mane] 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 sh*t 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) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 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 sh*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 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) [Chorus: Lil Durk] 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 sh*t 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