Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rumors , by - Lil Durk. Song from the album Signed To The Streets 1 & 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.12.2014
Record label: Golden
Song language: English
Rumors |
| Ain’t a killer, don’t push me |
| I know a lot of killas pussy |
| And I see them niggas looking |
| Killers stay around me nigga |
| I’m hearing all the rumors |
| I stay around shooters |
| All my niggas, they do this |
| Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga |
| Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga |
| I’m hearing all these rumors |
| Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga |
| These niggas ain’t loyal, these niggas ain’t for you |
| Spreading rumors, these niggas don’t love you |
| These niggas act real, these niggas talk guns |
| Never let the MAC squeal, I know my niggas will |
| Cause they ready for it |
| Tell Sosa we got it for em |
| 30 shot clip, Imma give it to em |
| Never got my shit snatched, you ain’t get your bitch back |
| Run up on em, give me that nigga |
| See me in that Jag, what you looking at |
| Niggas see me ride past royals looking at |
| You the shit back then, now you looking back |
| Shooters on deck, but you splint lag |
| While theses drugs spin back, we ain’t playing fair |
| Hard as Chiraq, you ain’t coming here |
| Diss me, I don’t care where you from nigga |
| Niggas ain’t welcome here |
| Seen killers, tell killer and they rat |
| I don’t know shit, what happened |
| Applause on sight, niggas cocked |
| Bricks for the low, then I tax |
| And I do what I rap niggas |
| And I don’t fuck with these rap niggas |
| So you better adapt nigga |
| What you talking about nigga? |
| Shoot out 10 nights tryna point nothing |
| We just point, ain’t a killer but don’t push me nigga |
| Tryna rob, shooters at his top, shooters on the block |
| Shooters all I got in the bushes nigga |
| Act up, we gon whack something |
| Front me ten bricks and won’t bring him back nothing |
| Feed the whole squad Imma give my squad some |
| You won’t get your squad none |
| Chopper with bosses, went iced out the cross |
| Guns in the attic, got coke in the closet |
| And we ready for war, and we at your door |
| All of these niggas act like they my niggas |
| These niggas ain’t with us |
| These niggas ain’t killers |
| So who pushed em? |