Rumors Lyrics

Yeah, Aye

Come through bloody stepping with a unit like I'm mad or sum

That lil' bitch so tatted, she approach me like she bad or sum

30 round extended like a blender, ain't no average gun

You ain't got no bag, you doin' bad boy, you yo daddy son

Come through bloody stepping with a unit like I'm mad or sum

That lil' bitch so tatted, she approach me like she bad or sum

30 round extended like a blender, ain't no average gun

You ain't got no bag, you doin' bad boy, you yo daddy son

Smokin' on that pressure, got the recipe to get the green

I could never love her, but I fucked her, then she fucked the team

Dropped her cross the street on MLK, she said she had a dream

Keep them out your business, they don't care, that's how they make it seem

They don't give me shit, so why I care what they gon' think of me

Pop out with the rocket, call you dro, boy, you gon' shoulder lean

Never understood the way they wanna show they hate for me

They ain't help me up, but they still wanna try to take from me

Makin deals over FaceTime

When I hit the door want her face down

Run it up at the same time, call it Mary Jane, cause it's goin' down

I ain't clearing no rumors up, I don't give a fuck, you don't make enough

I ain't clearing no rumors up, I don't give a fuck, you don't make enough

Come through bloody stepping with a unit like I'm mad or sum

That lil' bitch so tatted, she approach me like she bad or sum

30 round extended like a blender, ain't no average gun

You ain't got no bag, you doin' bad boy, you yo daddy son

Come through bloody stepping with a unit like I'm mad or sum

That lil' bitch so tatted, she approach me like she bad or sum

30 round extended like a blender, ain't no average gun

You ain't got no bag, you doin' bad boy, you yo daddy son