Rumors Lyrics - Gucci Mane is a latest English song. Song of Rumors lyrics sung by Lil Durk and Gucci Mane. This song written by DJ Meech, Tay Keith, Lil Durk and Gucci Mane. Song of Rumors lyrics started by the line in English pronunciation is Them niggas get on y'all ass, y'all play with me like I ain't worse. This song released on the YouTube in the date of 25 January, 2022. Rumors song music composition by Lil Durk. This song distributor by Warner Music Group. Rumors song created in a album which name is GM16*.


Rumors song got 03 million visitor in YouTube after released in a day. This song got a music label which name is Guwop Enterprises, 1017 Eskimo and Atlantic Records. Rumors song sung in the language in English. So, let's know the song of Rumors lyrics and also play the music video in below.









































Rumors Song Information
Song NameRumors
SingerLil Durk and Gucci Mane
SongwriterDJ Meech, Tay Keith, Lil Durk and Gucci Mane
LanguageEnglish
Released DateJanuary 25, 2022
AlbumGM16*
MusicLil Durk
LabelGuwop Enterprises, 1017 Eskimo and Atlantic Records

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Rumors Lyrics - Gucci Mane


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 mula
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


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)


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