Rumors - Woop

Fuck wit the team

We balling boo (balling boo)

Every time we call them ho

They falling through (they falling through)

Word of the day

Don’t be no fool (be no fool)

I hate it when a nigga try to tell a nigga bout you

Tell me what you heard bout me

Bout me, bout me

Nigga come see me bout me

Bout me, bout me

Talk to nobody bout me but me

But me, but me

Every thing ain’t one with me

Every thing 700 with me

Don’t tell him what you heard bout me

Don’t understand how a fuck nigga wanna run his mouth bout me

Don’t understand how you basic hoes wanna keep talking bout me

Don’t understand how you real niggas had the time to talk bout me

Two words for you fuck niggas

Open mouth, squeeze

Young nigga with racist rack

Real nigga with a case attached

Dirty pistol with a face de-matched

You can dance real okay with that

Creep shit stay away from that

Do the work, where the Haitians at

Dope cooking like a baking batch

Get cheese, stay away from that

Black Glock with a beam on it

Call me what you want

Just don’t call police on me

And I keep that lease the least on me

Glock ten handgun, many beasts on me

(I'm gone)

Haters talking them streets

But they ain’t making no noise

I got an extended clip, full of hollow tips

And every bullet in it say yours

Baby girl know we balling

So she look back when she throw it

And them haters on my dick

And that tat on it, say blow it

You don’t understand what we talking bout

Niggas telling lies, just to run their mouth

Niggas claim they be balling boys

So if your balling boy, where you balling at

Bully hit his chest like a heart attack

Yeah nigga, all of that

You ain’t in them streets, where there gangstas at

So why you acting like you want a part of that

And we don’t talk no rumors ho

We chase more cash

I’m in love with the money

You get no cash

And we count hundreds, so your poor ass

Dope soul, why you broke

So broke you need a body cast