Rumors Gucci Mane (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
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 'bout poppin' out and tryna hit they face first?
They like Smurk, "Your ass be trippin', better put your case first"
Chokin' 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
Trollin' 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 dyin' to hit
In this industry ain't what it seem, this shit be counterfeit
Ain't no lackin', she say I'm a nigga from the trenches with a accent
Why you askin' me who shot your homie, why you askin'?
You got my number, you post shit on the 'Gram, you movin' backwards
You lucky I don't be doin' shit for the 'Gram, you niggas cowards