kyyngg, SkullE - Rude Boy

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I’m a rude boy
All that stunting made me pull up with them tools, boy
We in the zoo, yeah, ain’t no rules, boy
You either ridin' or you dyin', can’t pick or choose, boy
I hang around drug dealers, killers, and mafucking felons
Don’t hop off that mafucking porch if you know you ain’t ready
My mama always told a nigga, but no, I ain’t listened
I usually had grams in my pocket at 7-Eleven
I had a gram in my boxers at 7-Eleven
I ain’t talking 'bout time, no
You niggas some snitches, y’all worried 'bout bitches
We send a hit, they dropping down low
Nigga came up from a hoopty
I’m tryna get the whip that having the blinds up
Pull up on a nigga bitch quick, break his spine
Have him white like
I’m throwing candy, they tryna bite it
Money make a broke bitch get excited
I’m in this bitch with king of Leonidas, ay
Talk that shit, we pop your gram like it’s
Ride or die, my nigga, what’s yo' decision?
All a nigga know is running up the fucking digits
Seen twelve coming, then I’m skippin'
Treat your head like a banana, I’ll split it
Get to the money, ain’t no way around it
Pull up on a nigga block and get his tail risin'
Fucked yo' bitch and I don’t care about her
Get a couple young niggas that won’t play around ya
I’m a rude boy
All that stunting made me pull up with them tools, boy
We in the zoo, yeah, ain’t no rules, boy
You either ridin' or you dyin', can’t pick or choose, boy
I hang around drug dealers, killers, and mafucking felons
Don’t hop off that mafucking porch if you know you ain’t ready
My mama always told a nigga, but no, I ain’t listened
I usually had grams in my pocket at 7-Eleven
Hold up, lil ma, please take it easy
I swear, this world done broke my heart, yeah
Had to show you the pains and scars
That shit made me cold blooded
I need a coupe with no roof, bitch, I’m James Bond when I shoot
Pussy bitch come in testin', watch how we bless yo' whole show
Feel like I’m kin to them demons, they be controllin' my soul
My diamonds on Noah’s Ark, it got my whole neck on froze
Can’t compare me to no nigga, bitch, I do it better
Let my gang run in yo' house, now we looking for extras
And if you get up in my way, you get put on a stretcher
Stop tryna follow all my moves, this ain’t no fucking Tetris
I’m a rude boy
All that stunting made me pull up with them tools, boy
We in the zoo, yeah, ain’t no rules, boy
You either ridin' or you dyin', can’t pick or choose, boy
I hang around drug dealers, killers, and mafucking felons
Don’t hop off that mafucking porch if you know you ain’t ready
My mama always told a nigga, but no, I ain’t listened
I usually had grams in my pocket at 7-Eleven