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Rumors

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas!
DJ Meech, little slut

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
These niggas all put you in the ass, y’all play me like I ain’t no worse
I try to gossip on the blogs like you didn’t say 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 do you know about going out and trying to hit ’em first?
They like Smurk, “Your ass gon’ trip, you better put your case first”
Who is suffocating? I heard rumours, niggas better play slow
I don’t want no niggas you catch, I want the one I paid for
We on his ass, he in the Ayou see how long they stay
There is no hotel room, we leave the Hyatt with dracos
Hellcats, they come out of any scene, the police hunt those
Trolling ass, we shot your homie, we don’t know he can take those
If I say your name don’t post it, opps be on all kinds of shit
I ain’t got time to look at your page to see if niggas dead or shit
I know bitches set you up, literally, niggas dying to bang
In this industry it ain’t what it seems, that shit is counterfeit
Don’t miss it, she say I’m a trench dude with an accent
Why you ask me who shot your homie, why you ask?
You got my number, you post shit on the ‘Gram, you back off
You lucky I ain’t bullshit for the ‘Gram, you cowardly niggas

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Gucci Mane]
Better not believe the rumors, rest in peace in Koopa
I jumped on the school bus, and I brought a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act’, I never drank a cooler
They get your location, they might appear outside in Ubers
When her clumsy ass jumped the streets? Her ass a hoop
I know that shit don’t matter, I took a shower with a cougar
Get him out of 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 court, 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, feds listen to the music (Woah)
And they’ll take your words and build a case and try to use it
DA dropped my murder, had no evidence to prove it (Nah)
I think my house is haunted, yeah, by who? Pookie’s ghost (Woah)
He ain’t killed nobody but still rapping about the shootings (Pussy)
I still got no revenge but keep making up excuses (Wow)
‘Cause he drank so much lean his belly got as big as Gucci’s (Lean)
Stop while he’s in front and don’t come out like Whitney Houston (Huh)
He got caught without it, now they rob him for his rubies (Woah)
He wouldn’t give up so he was buried in his Cuban (That’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Better not believe the rumours, rest in peace in Koopa
I jumped on the school bus, and I brought a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act’, I never drank a cooler
They get your location, they might appear outside in Ubers
When her clumsy ass jumped the streets? Her ass a hoop
I know that shit don’t matter, I took a shower with a cougar
Get him out of retirement, he gon’ kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy is a rooster

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