Rhude

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) ShittyBoyz shit, man, we unfuckwithable, man, they can't fuck with us, you been knew that Yop (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) Ayy (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: TrDee] If this lil' bitch want some clout, then I'm gon' put her on a cam I don't got time for these hoes, man, I be spinnin' like a fan Man, I wish a nigga would, 'cause we gon' fry him like a pan What's understood you don't explain, fuck them if they don't understand You don't understand the journey that I took to get to here I know bro'll catch a body in this bitch just like he cheer Man, I'm scared of goin' broke, I think that that's my only fear (No cap) In here lit of Casamigos, you know I don't drink no beer I don't sip no Wockiana, they sleep on me like they do Let me see an opp out, we gon' make it rain like we at [?] Niggas really make one song and get to lyin' in the booth It was just me and your bitch, bro, we was flyin' in a coupe (Skrrt-skrrt) All white buffs just like the BandGang (White) I'ma beat it like she stole somethin', break the bed frame (Come here) I don't even know why niggas talkin', they ain't up enough Came a long way, a long time when I was low [?] Fell down and then I got back up, I feel like Craig Can't believe you call this bitch your bitch, she gave me head I know that I got these niggas sick, wishin' me dead Used to punch the clock, now I make money in the bed Used to give a fuck but now I don't, think that's a great decision I been ballin' so much, I think that I could've been a Piston Sick as fuck I had to cut her off, I wish she would've listened Too bad I ain't into chasin' hoes, I'd rather run up digits (Bye, ho) Run into the bag, I've been tryna chase my soulmate Why you cuff that bitch? I'm in her mouth just like some Colgate I can never cuff her, I just hit that ho from time to time Know I can't complain, it could be worse, man, I've been doin' fine [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] Lost so many niggas, rest in peace and free the ones locked Work inside the trap and see more sticks here than a gun shop EJ trippin', he just [?] serial, now it's a dirty chop Ain't talkin' 'bout no band when I say we rockin' out I ain't surfin' crowds, let my swag do the surfin' Heard them niggas said my name, he must've took a bad Perc (What's wrong with him?) But I ain't really worried, this big chopper do him dirty Every nigga that be with me shooters, call me Steph Curry Think he good in the hood, you know his pussy ass ain't smooth I just poured a four of Wock, excuse me if I'm bein' rude Think I'm trippin', gotta hit the crib and grab another 'fit 'Cause if I roll another blunt, might burn a hole in this roof