| 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 |