[Lyric] Rumours (EBG EJizzle)

[Intro]

Mumble mumble mumble
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
Bang

[Hook]

I been hearing rumours in the wind
I tell my man to spin
We don't like to slide up on they block
Cos they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch, then fuck her friend
Three different Glock, three different jeans [?]
Pull up with my white boy
He gone shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin

I been hearing rumours in the wind
I tell my man to spin
We don't like to slide up on they block
Cos they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch, then fuck her friend
Three different Glock, three different jeans [?]
Pull up with my white boy
He gone shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
[Verse 1]

The city know who up'ed the score
Tryna see who next to go
Blinded bitch, you made the post[?]
Just like your partner he got ghost
Bezzle gang, free double O
Slime [?] the max with Mexico
He got gas like Texaco
AR with a telescope
I'm in the booth on gasoline
Tell the tweet, n just popped a bean
In my hood bitch I'm the king
And I can't speak on what I seen
I call the shots, they knock you off
I took the risk, I paid the cost
We can't take another loss
We stay fall, they threw the cross
You can swim, you bound to drown
This glizzy never let me down
Investigation ain't make a sound
Made my bond back on the town
Had to trade the 50 round
If I throw the guap [?] lil yo gone slime
Throwback on this bounty jam
Damn Lil Ant, you let me down
[Hook]

I been hearing rumours in the wind
I tell my man to spin
We don't like to slide up on they block
Cos they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch, then fuck her friend
Three different Glock, three different jeans [?]
Pull up with my white boy
He gone shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin

I been hearing rumours in the wind
I tell my man to spin
We don't like to slide up on they block
Cos they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch, then fuck her friend
Three different Glock, three different jeans [?]
Pull up with my white boy
He gone shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin

[Verse 2]

Shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
I'm spraying up[?] cos we kin
Eh we snatch the car, we changed the VIN
Two piru hoes and they were twins
We on the block, he gettin it in
Cartiers, I cracked the lens
We got a load, then bought a benz
So much hate it's hard to win
I can't even drive, I'm goin 60 on the interstate
Damn Lil Chris, I miss y'all
Swear to God I hate I missed your wake
And I don't be making disses
This just be shit I want to say
Them bricks ain't hurt nobody
Why y'all shootin up houses anyway?
Why y'all shootin up houses anyway?
We can link up any day
Can't take the plea
I fight the case
We knew [?] we got the pipe
Pull up and dump, he got erased
[?] shots up in the K
You still survive, it's your lucky day