Tweet Mack - Rumors Lyrics

He still feel alone, ain't got no time for no people
He been on his own, he stay on point like a needle
Chet
Chet
He still feel alone, ain't got no time for no people
He been on his own, he stay on point like a needle
And I been in my zone, don't call my phone like I need you
We don't ever stress
Sit back and then relax
I don't argue I get racks
You get put right on your back
I was f*cked up I was cracked
We was smokin' too much pack
I stay focused I don't lack (Lack)
I be keepin' that shit player
Had to let go of all that shit
I be movin' like the mayor
Cut you off that shit like slits
How you doin'? I'll see you later
They tryna figure who I'm with
(Vroom)
The Coolin' kit look like Darth Vader
Too much diamonds on my wrist
I ain't never been no hater
(Chet)
Yeah
My heart stay cold and it got plenty chill
I don't trust a hoe 'cause they still friendly still
No I don't get tired I need a Bentley still
You can tell they lie 'cause they ain't with me still
Your dawg he a bitch, just like Wendy Will.
I'm tryna get rich, keep shit Fendi still
(Lit)
(Chet)
(Vroom)
Been livin' way too fast
Askin' for some help
You like waitin' on yourself
They say money rule the world
You get the hand that you was dealt
Got some wins up on my belt
Got some sins up on my shelf
I know I got some friends
I want through all them niggas melt
How you pretendin' like yourself
How you pretendin' like yourself
Heard they talk behind my back
I ain't never give a f*ck
My bro the type to get you whacked
If you ever play with us
It been too much on my mind
I been thinkin' f*ck em' all
They throw hate like all the time
I won't pick up when they call
I sit back and I peep signs
Niggas wishin' that I fall
Tell em' read between the lines (Lines)
Niggas fishin' for your dawgs
Yeah
Heard they speakin' rumors, we gon' put shit in the past
Been worried 'bout the future we was first, they put us last
Where I'm from the beggers choosers, how your shooter go out sad?
All the trappers turnt to users, I woke up and got a bag
Try and play dumb you might get cracked
Come this way you might get smashed
That SRT gon' do the dash
Give me credit, f*ck this cash
Niggas copyin' my swag
Everyday I wake up glad
Yeah
Everyday I wake up glad
Don't give a f*ck about no clothes
Don't give a f*ck about no clout
Don't give a f*ck about no drip
Nigga I might need control
Knowin' I can go without
I'm tryna bang shit off the rip
Even when that shit a drought
They can't figure what I'm 'bout
Yeah
No they can't figure what I'm 'bout
They can't manipulate my mind
Lately I been doin' fine
These niggas hate they ain't my slime
Money runnin' through my palm
I pop my shit just from a rhyme
Yeah
Made it out the trenches I knew that I would win (Win)
And the plug he speakin' French like, "where do we begin?"
Lil youngin' on some shit, he ballin' off the bench (He gon' ball)
Heard he step in with them tools, they know he need a wrench (Need a wrench)
Heard he step in with them tools, they know he need a wrench (Need a wrench)
He still feel alone, ain't got no time for no people
He been on his own, he stay on point like a needle
And I been in my zone, don't call my phone like I need you
(Chet)