Rumors Lyrics by Gucci Mane ft. Lil Durk is latest English song with music also given by DJ Meech & Tay Keith. Rumors song lyrics are written by DJ Meech, Tay Keith, Lil Durk & Gucci Mane.
Rumors Song Detail
| Song Name: | Rumors |
| Singer: | Gucci Mane, Lil Durk |
| Composer: | DJ Meech, Tay Keith |
| Lyrics by: | DJ Meech, Tay Keith, Lil Durk, Gucci Mane |
Rumors Lyrics
Tay keith, f**k these ni**as up
Dj meech, lil’ bi**h
Them ni**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, 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 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 ni**as died or s**t
I know bi**hes set you up, literally, ni**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 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 s**t on the ‘gram, you moving backwards
You lucky I don’t be doing s**t for the ‘gram, you ni**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 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 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
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 (pu**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 mula
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster