[intro]
(r-r-rude boy)
[chorus: librah pistols]
She wan’ fly my money, man
I’m not having none of that
That’s true, boy, you can’t compare me to no other man
Like a rude boy, that’s my clique and that’s my brothers, man
I can show you how we do it, we don’t give a damn (yeah, yeah)
She say she like my flow, baby, this that trap flow
First, they let that chopper go, then i’ma let that chopper blow
Me and all my brothers, i swear that that’s the rude ho
Pass her to my bitch and all my clique, that’s what we do, ho
[verse 1: librah pistols, zatru]
When i’m flexing on these boys, know they not like me
And i’m flexing on your ho, that’s why she like me
Why they having me so much? they wanna fight me
Bitch, i got my bars up, so we almighty
What? what? that’s a new ho? sorry, just a rude ho
Tell ‘em, we so kick down, we know we the truth, ho
With my kinfolk, you can get your shit popped
Tell ‘em, want no ho, that’s just a rude ho (yeah)
[verse 2: zatru]
Put some bread on my body, i’m stuck up
Lots of money on my mind, i don’t give a fuck
Choppa slice that boy like pizza, please don’t get stuffed crust
Rolling in the ride, i feel like a bug
Bad ho on my wrist because i don’t wanna be her crush
That boy going crazy on paper, he just what we want
[bridge]
([?] four fucking weeks, knock my ass over)
(y’all might have my—)
[verse 3: zatru]
I just want my money, bruh, don’t care if it’s sunny, bruh
Beat your ass at a shopping mall, pop him in the parking lot
For a ho, she talk a lot, i do all the talking, huh
Big-ass killer like post malone
Fuck that bitch, i don’t give a fuck
[verse 4: yuke]
She got too much baggage, i’m copping some new bags, bitch
She know she a rude ho, you know she mask it
I see through all that shit, i know you capping
Pull up, i’m making ‘em duck
Pull up, showing in a big fat truck
It’s too much for me, stitch my lungs, but my lungs don’t give no fuck
I’m getting high, and she getting drunk
Feel like i can fly when i’m chiefing at home
I’m so sloppy, niggas not knowing
In that room, toasted up, i ain’t knowing
Everyday, we slime, we go
Pull up the beast, come and get off the road
4x5, showing these hoes
Ysl jeans, cdg on
It’s a pdf on with the vetements
[chorus: librah pistols]
She wan’ fly my money, man
I’m not having none of that
That’s true, boy, you can’t compare me to no other man
Like a rude boy, that’s my clique and that’s my brothers, man
I can show you how we do it, we don’t give a damn (yeah, yeah)
She say she like my flow, baby, this that trap flow
First, they let that chopper go, then i’ma let that chopper blow
Me and all my brothers, i swear that that’s the rude ho
Pass her to my bitch and all my clique, that’s what we do, ho