Rumors Lyrics by Gucci Mane ft. Lil Durk

[Intro]
Tay Keith!
Fuck these niggas up!
DJ Meech!
Lil' bitch!

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
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

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Gucci Mane]
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)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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
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)
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)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
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