Kevin Gates - RUMORS lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - RUMORS lyrics]
Ay, I'm 'bout to come get in yo' face ay
Find me two niggas
(Find me the one that can say
He stuck his dick in me)
(And find me the one that can
Say I told on him)
God forgive me, I'm a sinner
License plate reader
Pray this contraption block the signal
Built a case on me, nigga
But bullets did not get delivered
Face, brrt my signature
Envelope returned to sender
Thirty-two out the magazine, MAC-11
I quit feelin'
Dealers back, whole team, they
Wish death on me, I could feel it
Whole unit, held nuts on me
Talkin' 'bout me to they bitches
Whole unit went duck on me, when it's up
I'm in the trenches
Me and Straw, great Monte
Carlo, windows tinted, mind your business
When it's unimportant to you
You don't even give it mention
Keep my name in his penis eater
He must be in his feelings
Luca Brasi big general
Reachin' blocks through my lieutenants
Set the tone, in the interview
They tune in and say it's healing
Well, it cheese me, Allah be pleased
I just said a prayer for killin' old friend
Big brother snitchin' and he
Ain't get him injured
Before you speak on me, look
Please go find me them two niggas
Find me one who stuck dick in me
Or the one I sent to prison
Jail catcher, smell like fingernail
Polish when it, grrt paramedics, yeah
Put the yellow tape around the trap
When we was children, to much cup
We accidentally caught a hack
Told my uncle, no more fastlane
He told me you'll be back
He told me you ain't commit murder and then
Went and did that to his self
Coco-cola, soda bath
Yoga class to make you stretch
My conscious be messin' with me
Make me think I need some help
Hmm, just turned on the digi
In the kitchen by myself
Self made, stand up
You ain't got two hats under your belt
Then pick your pants up
Zips up in the can, I know how to get, grrt
Off of handcuffs
Callin' home to move about me 'cause
I don't harbor no cowards
X'd out one of my partners 'cause
He don't keep it a thousand
Used to share each others clothes
Local products of public housing
Only rock with the real, really
Solo how I be rockin'
One day I prayed to God
To send me beaucoup bricks of powder
Taught us snorters nice and
Taller boilin' water, I got power
Two black eyes, a broken nose
When I had focus, I got crowded
Nowadays, for he who try
Catch your mama upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then
It used to be McDonalds
Hmm, created recreations
Peep the cop in polo collars
Hmm, drop the ballcap, pull
Up, park the whip, hop out it
Monster status, silverback
You go to yards under the towers
Long as I'm here, make sure Mucho and Mazi
Still receive they flowers
After this, might send a blitz
Go talk to God and take a shower