Rude Boy lyrics

[Intro 1: Ghost Boy Sora]
Look at this b*tchass Frank, yo
Yo, he was supposed to put out an album last f*cking summer
This two left shoe wearing wearing ass b*tch
What the f*ck, Always hyping people up for sh*t
Man, you, where- where the f*ck is your sh*t, bro?
Like where is it?
Gay as f*ck, bro
You ain't got sh*t on you
Under your belt, where the f*ck it out, bro?
f*ck you, mane
f*ck

[Intro 2: Frank Winnfield]
Alright
Yo, these drums are kinda sick
It only sucks that, like, 20 f*cking million people used them before me
Alright, Who cares?
Here's a song about being a b*tch (Uh, Alright)

[Verse 1: Frank Winnfield]
Cause imma ghost you, no casper
Bust your whole clique backwards
I got this rap sh*t mastered
And all you rappers is average (and all you rappers is average)
I ride around in a bimmer
I rent that sh*t with my visa
I got more drip than a swimmer
Yes b*tch i know i’m a winner
Cause I don’t spit, I shoot
When I pull up to the booth
I still got my wisdom tooth
Have to go get that removed
You say that I’m wack it’s cool
But i seen u groovin' to
All my beats, you're fluent in
Talking all of that bullsh*t (b*tch)
[Outro: Frank Winnfield]
Its that gated neighbourhood drip (Brr)
We don't listen to our parents (We don't)
We do our homework (Only sometimes)
Alright, now, bring the drums in
(instrumental)
Yeah, I think thats the whole song to be honest
Alright