Rumors (feat. Lil Durk) E

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! DJ Keats, you bitch. Them niggas get on y'all ass, y'all play with Me like I ain't worse. Tryna gossip 'bout the Blocks like y'all ain'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 you know 'bout poppin' out and tryna hit They face first? They like, "Smurk, your ass be Trippin', better put your case first." Chokin' 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. Trollin' 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 dyin' To hit. And this industry ain't what it seem, This shit be counterfeit. Ain't no lackin', she say I'm a nigga from The trenches with a accent. Why you askin' me who shot your homie? Why you askin'? You got my number, you post Shit on the 'Gram, you movin' backwards. You lucky I don't be doin' shit for the 'Gram, you niggas cowards. Better not believe no Rumors, rest in peace to Cooper. I jumped on a school bus and I had Brung a Ruger. Always drunk a eighth 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, 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 mornin' when come Up, that boy a rooster. He took it to trial, I tried to tell Him it was stupid. They gave him so much time, his knees got Weak and he was woozy. Watch the shit you say, the feds be listenin' To the music. Whoa. And they gon' take your Lyrics and build a case and try to use It. Shh. DA dropped my murder, didn't have evidence To prove it. Nah. I thank my house is Haunted, yeah, by who? The ghost of Pookie. Whoa. He ain't killed nobody, but keep rappin' 'bout The shootin'. What? Still ain't got revenge yet, But keep makin' up excuses. Wow. Cousin drunk so much lean that his gut Got big as Gucci. Told him quit while he Ahead and don't go out like Whitney Houston. Huh? He got caught without it, now they robbin' Him for his Rubies. Whoa. He wouldn't give it up, so he got Buried in his Cubans. Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Cooper. I jumped on a school bus and I Had brung a Ruger. Always drunk a eighth of Act', 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 mornin' when come Up, that boy a rooster.