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

Like 34 & 8 Song – LYRICS – Gucci Mane

   Presenting the lyrics of the song “Like 34 & 8” sung by Gucci Mane featuring Pooh Shiesty..

Song Details

Song: Like 34 & 8
Singer: Gucci Mane
Featuring: Pooh Shiesty

Song Lyrics

Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL
Mike WiLL Made-It

We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese on his head like a Pakistan
Shiesty, that’s my Kobe Bryant, ain’t no way I’m tradin’ the man (Shiesty)
Don’t try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (Wow)
They say I’m a sex symbol, they say I’m a ladies man (Huh?)
Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with Dapper Dan (It’s Gucci)
It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faint
We be everywhere you ain’t, I go everywhere you can’t
I send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink
I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink
Cookin’ cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (Drink)
Doin’ time, it make you think, got you clutchin’ on your shank
He said he gon’ rob who? That’s like tryna rob a tank
That’s some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drank
We just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it’s paint
Say you wit’ it, but you ain’t, not a sinner, you a saint
I’ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your Pampers and temple
You deep in that water and you don’t know what you into (No)
Gunners on the way, why you sayin’ what you ‘fend to?
We gon’ make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (Go)
They just left a dent, he can’t run from where I sent ’em
Niggas jump a clique, they don’t even want to befriend ya
Niggas come to kill ya and they didn’t come to end ya
Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin’, “I surrender” (Quit)
Niggas ain’t ridin’ for you, don’t want to revenge you
Thought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (Swore you was a)
Heaven or hell, can’t decide where I’ma send ya
T-shirt with your face is the way they gon’ remember

Big blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, big blrrrd
I’ma make your favorite robber give it up
I’m just chillin’ with your B-M, she said she wish it wasn’t two of us
Havin’ threesomes at the gym, bad bitches galore, ladies linin’ up
All the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from us
In a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huh
All-black booty, Draco with the wood, can’t name a bitch fine as her
Lil’ baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of zaza
Ain’t gotta be brave, then a Arab be thinkin’ ’bout comin’ and tryin’ us
I told Wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tucked
I had bold niggas that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed up
And they better not say shit after this, I’ma come through and finish ’em
Might fuck them, tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers up
I knew I ain’t get the headshot but the fuck you mean I graved ’em? (Huh?)
Swear the Lord had to be with that baby-ass lil’ boy, that day, He saved ’em
I’m King Slime, rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradle
I come get you ‘fore you clap me, Shiesty put shit in the newspaper
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeah
Every day a new hater, yeah, every day a new opp
I got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked?
Ayy, BIG30 team don’t give out passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx
Every day, new high speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc’
Won’t never pull over, no way, it’s a gold box behind my Glock
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
I was talkin’ ’bout sendin’ her a jet, send back a one-way flight with Spirit
Yeah, I be rappin’, but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelry
Lay in yo’ your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can’t see or can’t hear me
I said, “It ain’t no runnin’ from that fire,” know I’m comin’, them niggas fear me, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, two Dracs, and let four glizzies, one MAC
In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin’ whacked
Throw the lob up to Wop like Kobe and Shaq
Word around town, they be takin’ your sack
Ayy, F&N choppers and Glocks when I move
Don’t come around with them jammin’-ass ProMags
Ayy, pour up a pint right, I ain’t leanin’ last
Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass
(Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass)

Shit Crazy Song – LYRICS

Presenting the lyrics of the song “Shit Crazy” from the Album Ice Daddy sung by Gucci Mane Ft. BIG30.

Song Details

Singer: Gucci Mane
Featuring: BIG30
Produced by: Twysted Genius & 30 Roc
Album: Ice Daddy

Song Lyrics

Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha

Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,” I squash it if I pay the bills
I don’t plan to take his gang to play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no [?], ain’t no way I’m tradin’, nigga
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and shit, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Choppa Gang run the city

Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages