Rude As Hell lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t
Jose the Plug
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm back in the booth
Ayy, ayy, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse]
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, f*ck 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 motherf*cker 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 di*k for shorty
Gotta raise my voice every time this lil' b*tch 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 f*ckin Loubs
Got me feeling like '80s, who the f*ck is you?
If he wasn't on that bench with you, he shouldn't dunk with you
f*cked around and scuffed him with the Drac' 'cause he scuffed my shoes
Woke up winning, you wake up and f*cking lose
Had her in that huh-huh position, b*tch, 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 b*tch, I know I'm a little petty
I lie cheat and steal, b*tch, 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
b*tch 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, b*tch, I'm the sh*t 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 b*tch 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, b*tch, 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
[Outro]
Ha-ha-ha
She done got blocked
Huh, my b*tch top notch
Yeah, yeah
I lie, I cheat, and I steal
Viva la raza