Rude As Hell

Shit jose the Plug
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm back in the booth
Ayy, ayy, ayy shittyBoyz

I done blew twenty twenty times
Before I turned twenty
I'ma shoot his ass off the Wock'
He gon' turn mummy
2020 Hellcat, yup, fuck up the curb, dummy
Stomp his ribs in in these Loubs
And leave his shirt bloody don't forget
You can die with your gun on you
Sleeve Nash, got a trick
I can turn one to two
Be patient, lil' man, when you up
They'll come to you
Ain't gotta spend money
I can put a punch on you
I ain't gotta throw a jab 'cause
The Glock'll knock yo ass out
I'll leave his body twitching like
That motherfucker lagged out
Four twenty-five Off White
I got the tags out rude as hell
Sagging Mike Amiris with my ass out
Rude as hell to the bitch at Saks
"Where the water bottles?"
Stop procrastinating
Talking 'bout you'll do 'em all tomorrow
Mm hmm, yeah, I know that I'ma ball tomorrow
Did you know I could make
Twenty off fraud tomorrow?
Hood bitch got that WAP, got that drop
This exotic pop, you don't twist
You push to pop jugging in my Crocs, yeah
I'm jugging till I stop
For that guap, we'll bust his top
Rock the block hot-ass kitchen
Hair frizzing like it's Rick and Morty
If she ain't putting money on the table
Ain't no dick for shorty
Gotta raise my voice every time
This lil' bitch ignore me
Told my teacher if it ain't BIN
Ain't no history for me
Then I proceeded to up the blue
I can put a hole in yo face
These some fuckin Loubs
Got me feeling like '80s
Who the fuck is you?
If he wasn't on that bench with you
He shouldn't dunk with you
Fucked around and scuffed him with the
Drac' 'cause he scuffed my shoes
Woke up winning, you wake up and fucking lose
Had her in that huh huh position, bitch
Touch yo shoes
High as hell eating Benihana's
You hear puffs and chews
Fully-auto chop but I keep a little semi
I done shot him in his eye
I'ma call him "lil' Fetty"
I be arguing with my bitch
I know I'm a little petty
I lie cheat and steal, bitch
I feel like lil' Eddie
I got crazy-ass Off Wizzy looking
Like I space travel
Doing dirt on the road, no
The street ain't gravel
His heart jumped straight through that FUBU
When I aimed at him
Bitch think I'm Boo Boo the Fool
Can't throw no pape at her
I got blicky, don't approach me
I been balling off the court
They ain't have to coach me
They talking 'bout they wanna blow me
They don't even know me
I guess it makes sense 'cause she blew me
She ain't know me
We don't flash other people money, boy
This hundred ours i can't buy a beer but I
Could up a hundred large
Damn near had to stop drop and
Roll with these hundred cards
Your grown-ass doing TikToks
This ain't Stomp the Yard
Hmm, guess what? You Chris Brown
I don't need a confirmation, bitch
I'm the shit now
I was hiding from the cameras
Gotta take them pics now
They say you what you eat
But if I'm eating shrimp, how?
I'll big bro you
I'll have my bitch blow you
Stan got the Drac', feel bad if it's loaded
Should've dropped an Olaf chain
'cause it's frozen
Y'all shouldn't try to hold
Your mans, bitch, i'm chosen
It's 10: 37 PM, I made twenty today
Real-ass question
Have you even made money today?
Hotbox like the Milky Way
Come jump in the Wraith
How you in a stackdemic? Boy
You running in place
Valent high, he done hopped in the hotbox
She gon' chew me till I
Bust like some Pop Rocks
Rob Van Dam off the rope, my work top notch
Post in that dirty crop top
She done got blocked

Ha ha ha she done got blocked
Huh, my bitch top notch yeah, yeah
I lie, I cheat, and I steal viva la raza