Rumors Lyrics

Mama look mama

This is some followers

This is a nigga sitting in his mama basement

He just mad I didn't let him holla

This is another nigga on them gossip pages

He been watching too much Love & Hip Hop

He don’t really got no love for Hip Hop

Taking candy from his baby

Giving it to the stripper

Won't pay his baby momma say she tripping

Say she got that Louie lip, that need zip locking

But he don’t bring home the bag, he busy tipping

He tip toe and hoeing

He's such a lil creeper

Don't think we be knowing

And don't even know him

So how do you know then?

They profiles be public

Niggas be on socials

Telling all they secrets

Like ain't no more diary

Ain't no more filter

Ain't no more privacy

It's up for discussion

The stuff he discussing

Ain't even important

He's all in his feelings

And really disgusting

But these are the niggas

That started the rumors

And that is the story

What’s this I hear about you

Messing with a midget with 3 legs

They say the 3rd one is the biggest

What kind of freaky deaky leaky

Well what's this I hear about you and a gang bang

You think you tough lil girl

You bet not be in no gang

And you bet not be under no train

Look mama I been acting up

Yea papa I been acting up

But these are just rumors that's coming through

Stuff they be saying it ain't true

And that is why I tried to tell you first

They brought them shovels out they gon do dirt

Just wanna bury me and my work

Just wanna bury me

How did that rumor get started, pop

When I wasn't even at the party

They sent me an invitation but the check won't inside

So I wasn't invited

I wasn't excited

I wouldn't deny it

No I don’t get high

I was born lit

I wasn't fighting

This ain't no Worldstar

I am a real star

All I do is shine and they be like kill her

All I do is smile and they watch my grill sir

All I do is grind and spit in these streets

I'm the one killing all these original beats

Cuz ain't nobody got a body this hot

Gonna flip and hard body that heat and

Ain't nobody battling thots

I be rocking turtlenecks and wristwatch

I be making niggas put respect on my name

Clock me big time like Flava Flave chain

Big rhymes and big songs

Not TDE but I'm top dawg yea

But I'm a just lower my voice

Before you start raising yours

Yo I forgot who I was talking to

So please don't throw that house shoe at me

I blaming these niggas that started the rumors

Look mama I been acting up

Yea papa I been acting up

But these are just rumors that's coming through

Stuff they be saying it ain't true

And that is why I tried to tell you first

They brought them shovels out they gon do dirt

Just wanna bury me and my work

Just wanna bury me

Yea mama I been acting up

Papa I been acting up

But everything on the net don't hold weight

People be lying for clickbait

Yo it's bots and trolls and 9 year old’s

On IG selling sex tapes and

They don't even look like me

She can’t even get booked like me

She be looking all shook, not me

You know what

Let me shut up

This a set up cuz

Mama I been acting up

But that was just water I had in my cup

And yea papa I been acting up

I’m telling the truth, I’m telling you, straight up

Straight from the source, my weave and me

We be straight from the horse and horses mouth

So what's this I hear about you fighting, and ghostwriting

And killing and bodying niggas and catching bodies

You bet not be out here being violent

Well what's this I hear about you catching cases and lit and lighting

Bubble you bet not be smoking or lighting nothing up

Look mama I been acting up

Yea papa I been acting up

But these are just rumors that's coming through

Stuff they be saying it ain't true

And that is why I tried to tell you first

They brought them shovels out they gon do dirt

Just wanna bury me and my work

Just wanna bury me

Well what's this I hear about you and a girl 6

They say you talking in a white girl voice

Talking nasty on these phone lines named Victoria

Well uh

Mama I can explain that one

I'm an actress and

I was just raising money for my rap career, mama

You raise your voice at me again

And we gon be raising money for your funeral

Slap you and the white girl inside ya

Think I'm playing

I don't know who you talking to

You better come get her