Rumors (feat. Lil Durk)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
 (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
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 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