Rude

LETRA

Rude

(Intro)
I’m so rude
Drive nothing but new schools
Forgies
It’s Guwop
Drumma Boy
Brick Squad
Say I’m rude
It’s Guwop

(Bridge)
Bitches tell me that I’m being rude (so)
Baby tell me how I’m being rude (ho)
I only talk to bad bitches, that’s how I do (I got money bitch)
That’s how I feel…

(Hook)
I don’t talk to broke niggas, I’m so rude
I don’t talk to ugly bitches, I’m so rude
Got the loudest diamonds on, i know i'm rude
And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude
I don’t talk to broke ass bitches, I’m so rude
I don’t talk to monkey niggas, I’m too rude
I don’t drive no old schools, new schools
And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies

(Verse)
Bitches say I’m rude, yet in the worst way
I wouldn't bought yo ass a drink ho on yo birthday
This H ain’t Hilfiger, bitch this H stand for Hermes
Ya lay down with these dogs ass hoes they’'ll give you herpes
These bitches passin pu*** out, I say no thank you
Like my lil brother Nate, I give they ass Nathan
Codeine so thick, this shit look just like it’s Jack Daniels
I’m not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne
Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta
Niggas handcuffin hoes and don’t read their miranda
Five hoes wearing Gucci Gucci leading by example
So inflicted, my M6 I’m back, I love to gamble

(Hook)
I don’t talk to broke niggas, I’m so rude
I don’t talk to ugly bitches, I’m so rude
Got this loud it’s down my zone, I know I’m rude
And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude
I don’t talk to broke ass bitches, I’m so rude
I don’t talk to monkey niggas, I’m too rude
I don’t drive no old schools, new schools
And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies

(Verse)
I’m so rude, I’m so motherfuc*** rude
If you had this check then you would be rude too
I don’t have to talk to you, don’t want to talk to you
Ain’t no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you
Go get some motherfuc*** money – what you ought to do
No after thoughts cuz baby I no longer thought of you
Say she’s a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude
And it ain’t bout him man, it’s all bout his wallet do
She tryin to fight it, but my money I overpower you
Bitch don’t deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move
My charger sittin on 6, it crawled down like a crawler do
I’m not no bugga boo, bitch that’s that shit that stalkers do
It’s Gucci

(Hook)