Rumors (feat. Lil Durk) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Hi this is Steve Austin Reportin' live from San Diego, California I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow A-K-A The Mayhem Click And we're talkin' about rumors Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life Can you tell us what kind of rumors have you murder Sense the release of that album And some of the things you been through Well let me put it like this All this fools talkin' shit all the time I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the 6-1-9 But this fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to make it And so they rather hate it because they just can't fade it Gang related, situated, now I'm back This putos talkin' smack but I kind of like that In a way, in one day, I might say that the ones who helped me do this Had it any other time and I knew this I'm still foolish fools are clueless To what I can do wit my ability thought of myself as a cholo not a real MC And so I did what I did, I'm so glad that I did it Because it put some chips in my pocket when I finished Using words like Homes, Simon, and Leba People try to put me down but end floatin' on the river See I told you twice before but I'll say it one more time You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine Look at all this rumors Started by jealous people And basically that's what I think All this fuckin' fools can talk all the fuckin shit they want about me Cause I can give a fuck you know what I mean It proves that I'm above their level, You Know So Shadow we understand you havin' similar problem as those of Lil' Robs Is ther anythin' that you would like to say To them Player Haters and if so what would it be Man I gotta give it up to the punks tryin' to diss me Talkin' mad shit 'cause they miss me Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my rhymes And when they heard me in the radio they requested Till I die and I must admit That I love you yappin' lips Cause it makes me ride my rolas amd my music stacks my chips Mr. Shadow the crazy vato that fools want to battle When they end up undergravel when they act like who's in tattle Now Why would you want part of this truthfulness Don't get caught up in the mess Cause I hate them phony putos dippin' all up in my business ese Got hate straight for all the fools that player hate Cause ain't no punk chavala stoppin' me from makin' bake I don't need to take it to make it like claus I brake it unfaded I be remainin' like say it I'm servin' hate to those perpetrated it Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel Gotta tell them haters that ah You can only witness what you see not the things you hear Remember that Sense we're talkin' about rumors I heard that Lil' Rob and Shadow weren't always the best of friends So Shadow can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really goin' on Simon, we had some problems like a dose we had to squash it We're from the Mayhem Click (Why?) Cause everybody wants it The baddest mother fuckers now together no one is ever gonna Intimidate us, just imitate us player haters Don't bother analyzin' anythin' we do Cause the shit we kick is tight and you know that this is true Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob makin' heads bob and it don't stop Cause we're about to keep on flowin' 'til you see our caskets drop It's the one lil' cholo, back before I go Just thought that I let you know that you can never stop my flow So I suggest you put that shit to rest, quit talkin' all the mess You're talkin' about the best and you're just wastin' your breath As sit here, thinkin' neva thought it would be you The city that I represent talkin' all that shit Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow scratchin' fools off the bitch list So now you know where we're comin' from And wit that it concludes the story for today I hope you mother fuckers learned your lesson And learn how to keep your fuckin' trap shut And quit spreadin' rumors that ain't true Cause that shit be gettin' mother fuckers in trouble And believe me, you don't want part of that You don't want none of this The Mayhem Click And we're out

No snake can snake me It's like I lived this life before Like I seen this shit happen We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Hen I be gone off the ecstasy Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it) And she know I be with killers Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang) I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah) While them niggas get to at-ing me Said they catching me, they stretching me (Grrrah) Warning me, watching my back They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang) My cousin had died on the cam The police got footage and edit it (Big facts) On God, I can't get shit snatched Can't leave, I need that, give it back Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah) Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah) Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God) Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees The niggas police, I know they name-drop You be rapping 'bout that trap, but you ain't never sold nothing I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain't let me hold nothin' You cheat on me, I swear I'll beat you like you stole something Pillow talking to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don't like pics? I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don't like dick Cum on my nice sheets, they don't like this Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick I swear I'm at my nicest, been through my crisis We not to be played with, they on that night shift Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain't never showed no love That petty shit let go, I told you I ain't got no grudge I don't give no fuck, addicted to these drugs When I was down and gone, them niggas ain't send me nothin' See red, I ain't fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I'm busting Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain't ducking You know you play with mine, ain't no discussion We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck (You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chop Squad Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect What the fuck you know 'bout foenem? Off the fucking dice rolling Send a fuck nigga the Stoegers Better open your eyes 'fore I close 'em I be with them niggas ferocious Spendin' trap money on chokers Get out, I gotta get in motion Percocet fill up my cooler If you die, won't give you no roses Turn on my fashion clothing Money got me back outspoken In the middle of Chiraq, toasted Say I'm done for, been back posted Cleopatra potion She a queen, I know it, mmm Smoking backyard boogie Tax y'all, put tax on you fully Racks out, girl give me that pussy Chopper gon' amputate him fully And these niggas animated fully, poof Tom and Jerry I was so mad, throwing tantrums My auntie was fighting her cancer Fucked up, I was looking for answers Seems like it was only my family My hood left me abandoned Feel like they couldn't stand me Can't go 'cause I got standards That shit had made them panic I been traded on, hated on Told on, that's why I had a phone My lil brother, he a hothead, I had to keep him close My mama ain't want him in the city, told me: keep him gone Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect In the field like a pitch 'Cause daddy was not in the picture (He wasn't) I swear I'm in love with the pistol You got blessed if I missed you (For real) Confrontin' our problems and issues I'm like man with a mission (I am) And I get paid 'bout people I killed But that shit won't make me no killer 'Cause killers don't talk about bodies (They don't) We do that shit on the silent (For real) When me and Zoo out sliding Rock, paper, scissors who driving (It's you) Bitch I'm a shooter, I shoot out a Uber If Zoo don't feel like driving (I do) Nigga I'll do ya, I'll blow out ya noodles And it ain't hard to find me (Bitch, I ain't hiding for real) Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper