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

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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