Текст песни Rumors (feat. Lil Durk) - Lil Durk , Gucci Mane
(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
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
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