Rumors lyrics

[Intro]
(Jugg On The Beat, so you know that ho slamming)
Damn
Ayy
Ayy, man
For the n*ggas and b*tches that keep my name in they mouth
I guess 'cause I ain't the one getting talked about
But f*ck 'em, we gon' ball

[Verse]
Pour out the pint (Pint)
You know it's f*ck what you think (f*ck you)
n*gga been chilling and getting to money, you know I was born in the bank (Racks)
Living my life just like it's a movie, I'm doing the sh*t that you can't (Nope)
I know you n*ggas and b*tches can't stand me, whenever you see me, you faint (Huh? Ayy)
We 'bout to rock out with Glocks (Brrt)
I got the stick in the party, you play with me, n*gga, you just might get shot (Damn)
I got your b*tch in the back, she selling my pounds and working the spot (Trap)
I know you n*ggas just want me to fall, and praying that my music flop (Nope, damn)
Ayy, n*gga, I'm sick of these cap (Cap)
I'll go catch me a flight back to Cali' before I go broke off this rap (Huh?)
How could you hate on a n*gga who come from the city and putting it on the map? (Damn)
My n*gga, some sh*t I just don't understand, somebody help me figure out, ayy (Crazy)

[Outro]
Damn
Who the f*ck calling my phone?
Get a message
The motherf*cker like, "Gotti wanna sign you for a half a million"
You know
Soon as we post it, motherf*ckers get to running they mouth
Saying this and that
You know
sh*t ain't gonna stop us, man
Tell us go mind our business, we could still get money
Still popping this sh*t
Still balling, never falling
All these hoes still calling
Haters still stalking
Catch up