Rumors

[Intro]
(Jugg On The Beat, so you know that ho slamming)
Damn
Ayy
Ayy, man
For the niggas and bitches that keep my name in they mouth
I guess 'cause I ain't the one getting talked about
But fuck 'em, we gon' ball

[Verse]
Pour out the pint (Pint)
You know it's fuck what you think (Fuck you)
Nigga been chilling and getting to money, you know I was born in the bank (Racks)
Living my life just like it's a movie, I'm doing the shit that you can't (Nope)
I know you niggas and bitches can't stand me, whenever you see me, you faint (Huh? Ayy)
We 'bout to rock out with Glocks (Brrt)
I got the stick in the party, you play with me, nigga, you just might get shot (Damn)
I got your bitch in the back, she selling my pounds and working the spot (Trap)
I know you niggas just want me to fall, and praying that my music flop (Nope, damn)
Ayy, nigga, I'm sick of these cap (Cap)
I'll go catch me a flight back to Cali' before I go broke off this rap (Huh?)
How could you hate on a nigga who come from the city and putting it on the map? (Damn)
My nigga, some shit I just don't understand, somebody help me figure out, ayy (Crazy)

[Outro]
Damn
Who the fuck calling my phone?
Get a message
The motherfucker like, "Gotti wanna sign you for a half a million"
You know
Soon as we post it, motherfuckers get to running they mouth
Saying this and that
You know
Shit ain't gonna stop us, man
Tell us go mind our business, we could still get money
Still popping this shit
Still balling, never falling
All these hoes still calling
Haters still stalking
Catch up