Rumors
Jugg on the beat so you know that hoe slammin'
Damn
Hey
Hey mane
For the nigga and bitches keep my name out they mouth
I guess cuz I ain't the one getting talked about
So fuck 'em
Pour out the paint
You know it's fuck what you thank
Nigga been chilling and getting to money
You know I was born in a bank
Living my life just like it's a movie
I'm doing the shit that you can't
I know you bitches can't feel me when you see me you faint
Hey
We bout to rock out with Glocks
I got the stick at the party
Nigga you just might get shot
I got your bitch in the back
She selling my pounds and working the spot
I know you nigga just want me to fall
And praying that my music flop
Damn
Hey
Nigga I'm sick of these cap
I'll go catch me a flight back to Cali
Before I go broke off this rap
How could you hate on a nigga that come from the city
And put on the map
Damn
My nigga just some shit I don't understand
Somebody help me out
Crazy
Damn
Who the fuck calling my phone
Get a message
Mother fucker like
Gotti wanna sign you for a half a million
You know
Soon as he posted it mother fucker get to running they mouth
Saying this and that
You know
Still ain't gonna stop us
Tell 'em to mind they business
Still getting money
Still poppin' shit
All these hos still calling
Haters still stalking
Catch up
Damn
Hey
Hey mane
For the nigga and bitches keep my name out they mouth
I guess cuz I ain't the one getting talked about
So fuck 'em
Pour out the paint
You know it's fuck what you thank
Nigga been chilling and getting to money
You know I was born in a bank
Living my life just like it's a movie
I'm doing the shit that you can't
I know you bitches can't feel me when you see me you faint
Hey
We bout to rock out with Glocks
I got the stick at the party
Nigga you just might get shot
I got your bitch in the back
She selling my pounds and working the spot
I know you nigga just want me to fall
And praying that my music flop
Damn
Hey
Nigga I'm sick of these cap
I'll go catch me a flight back to Cali
Before I go broke off this rap
How could you hate on a nigga that come from the city
And put on the map
Damn
My nigga just some shit I don't understand
Somebody help me out
Crazy
Damn
Who the fuck calling my phone
Get a message
Mother fucker like
Gotti wanna sign you for a half a million
You know
Soon as he posted it mother fucker get to running they mouth
Saying this and that
You know
Still ain't gonna stop us
Tell 'em to mind they business
Still getting money
Still poppin' shit
All these hos still calling
Haters still stalking
Catch up
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Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
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