Rumors Lyrics – Gucci Mane

 Presenting the lyrics of the song “Rumors” sung by Gucci Mane featuring Lil Durk. The producer of this song is Tay Keith.

Song Details

Song: Rumors
Singer: Gucci Mane
Featuring: Lil Durk
Produced by: Tay Keith

Song Lyrics

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 moolah
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 (Woah)
And they gon’ take your lyrics and build a case and try to use it
VA 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)
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 moolah
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster

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