Rude guy

Got this blunt in my hand Shit gone ease my mind huh Shit You know i'm feeling like breaking the pack in a Bentley huh I told her I'm riding that shit like a mother fucking ten speed yeah I swear I don't got time for the haters them niggas gone get me I'm praying the demons don't get me Yeah uh I think that I get it but now that I don't Yeah yeah yeah yeah This choppa gone buss at yo face and yo dome Yeah yeah yeah yeah I took yo bitch and I f*ck her at home Yeah yeah yeah yeah All night long and all night long Skrrt Skrrt I'm in yo crib with a fucking 40 This choppa gone f*ck all night bussing horny This shit gone get bloody and gory Run up on me choppa telling a story Bad bitch on top of my mother fucking porch She got the lean and I tell her to pour it I think I'm talking my shit like a poet Demons in my head you know it Uh big trip I can't f*ck around with the snakes It's a big snitch I can't hang around all the rats It's a big risk I listen to the sound of the facts That's some big trick That's some that's some big shit Uh uh That's on god I'd put this forty to yo head Now you lacking now you capping Now you fucking dead I don't give a damn now you leaking big red All these niggas in my face Get the f*ck fed Uh federal nigga uh uh I won't talk no shit to you And I ain't no federal nigga uh uh Talk my shit straight to my tomb I'm making my enemies sicker Uh the way I split my 2s and 2s When all my niggas get richer We gone find yo ass and get you screwed Hand up on my knocker We gone knock up at yo door and knock yo screw We don't play round with guns We gone shoot you with this tool We gone show you what's so funny Ha ha ha shoot you in two Then ill take ya bitch And then ill take ya sister f*ck her too Some might call me Rude dude cruel dude rude guy I think I'm on Voo doo Voo doo Till I die I know I'm a fool dude fool dude End up right I don't know what to do to do In this fight All these other pills in my system uh They be fucking shit up to my wisdom uh I think imma get it I might get them uh Shit all these bitches know that they don't get them Yeah opp is the pussy my choppa keep fucking it Hit in the back and I hit at a lot of hits I'm making tracks and I'm making a lot of hits I got some haters still gaining a lot of it These niggas gone hate don't know where the problem is Stay on my grind cuz I know there's a plot to it Stay on my path cuz I know I'm gone follow it I'm smoking gas I'm not smoking a lot of it These niggas want that fucking smoke With the choppa that you tote What's so funny what's the joke Yeah my choppa down to blow That bitch suck my dick she choke Rock the bed like rock the boat Had to let these niggas know Don't come playing with my flow uh