MOE2TXMEZ & Kas Brees - RUMORS

My flow repetious, pourin' red up, drinkin sedatives
My bitch suck me off just like the red stripes on a peppermint
Middleman the drugs, let him push it like a surrogate
Glocky with a flashy, fuck the pastor and the reverend

I might put that shit on and be ashy, this shit regular
If she wasn't the baddest in the group, then I regretted her
Only hit her once, never dealt with her
She keep blowin' up my phone like a creditor

I just got poured, he just got spilled
Everybody know, you know who got killed
Everybody know, you know who got the pills
Everybody know, yeah, everybody know

Address the problems at the door, I'ma handle it treat em
Like a fake booty bitch, put my hands on it Glock
Got a baby leg on it, he a crawler
Tell him walk it off, but he ran, he a jogger

He a know-it-all, hit him in his head to prove a point
Shoot him in his knee, he a stoner, he a lose a joint
He a nobody, we just call him what's-his-name
He got picked last at recess, now he in the game

Nigga hopped off the porch at 30, he a late bloomer
I'm the type to tell you what it is, cause I hate rumors
I'm the type to fuck her, call her back, get the pape through her
I'm the type to get in with her granny, get the drink through her

I'm in and out her mouth like I'm dental flossin'
White-sheet a nigga just for pillow talkin
If you got a bag, you gotta stay in it
You made your bed, nigga, now you gotta lay in it

Cuban link imported, my bitch out of INS
All this water on, I could never wear a wire tap
I'ma treat this bitch like a knob, I'ma turn her out
All these new pounds in, hit the gym and work it out

I just threw that shit on, she just took it off
I live like I'm dying, I ain't talking to McGraw
Mercury in my lawn, state to state with a lawn
I'ma play my part, I could never be a Paul

Nosebleed seats to watch LeBron lose to KD
I just hit the bank off a three, that's a tracey
I don't give a fuck about your bills, you gotta pay me
His bitch fed up, she went to Langley

I'ma bend her back and I'ma fuck it up
Let her do her own thing when she get a nut
I ain't really talkative, I don't wanna call a bitch
I don't wanna text, I just want the head

She a lil' spoiled bitch, I don't give her nothing
She a lil' fat bitch, she gon' get the money
Bitch, I get around Westside, yeah, I'm thuggin
Screaming thug life like it's tatted on my stomach

We gon' keep spinning like a DJ when he clubbing
Party full of bitches, but we came to talk money
All them other niggas, they just taking up space
If you ain't getting money, then you niggas in the way

I just got poured, we just got spilled
Everybody know, you know who got killed
Everybody know, you know who got the pills
Everybody know, nigga, everybody know

All them other niggas, they just taking up space
If you ain't getting money, then you niggas in the way
We gon' keep spinning like a DJ when he clubbing
Party full of bitches, but we came to talk money

Written by:
Keevon Quinones

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