Rude

[Intro]
Woah, oh, oh (Woah, woah)
Woah, oh, oh
Oh yeah, woah, woah
Woah, oh, oh (Oh, oh)
Uh, oh

[Chorus: Bikkab]
I only wanna talk 'bout paper
If not, then see you later
Appreciate my haters, 'cause they all push me the right way
Hell no, I won't chase her
Crazy ho, I used to know you
And now we act like strangers
She like, "Kab, I miss the old you"
And I'm like "Those are just phases"
The way I broke her heart, I think I turned this white ho racist
Bitches think they all that
But they trippin' with no laces
I can't get a call back
Swear these ho's been steady flankin'

[Verse: Skyte]
I don't know what's up with me, I swear I been trippin'
Bitch I cook it up likе every day, I live in thе kitchen
And you know my shit is quality, 'cause fuck repetition
And I can't go, oh, no way
Workin' hard the whole day
Need someone to hold me (Uh, uh, uh)
Of course, you know that's not you
Pockets only takin' blues
Goin' up, can't lose
Doin' sum with your girl tonight, I told her ass to choose
I don't need no nice girl, I love my bitches rude (Uh)
I don't need a [?], I need a whole other flow
Don't think I need another phone, this music shit gon' run it up
Don't text me on no talkin' shit, I roll the pussy boy in a ditch
I'm way past them lightyears, I'm advanced, the way the know my buzz (Leave)
Baby you can't leave (Leave)
She left and it feels like I ain't lose a thing
Can't let 'em go against my dreams
So we gon' make a scene
Push you in like a machine
My niggas stiff like they marines
Bro ain't pushin' P, they pushin' B
B for B, 'cause that was brackin'
Don't miss, that is Michael Jackson
You fell off, like what done happened?
Bikkab came and made it tragic
You want smoke, then I'll be matchin'
First one to the action
You beat 'em in a traction
You'd be the main attraction
If you was bringin' this much racks in

[Chorus: Bikkab]
I only wanna talk 'bout paper
If not, then see you later
Appreciate my haters, 'cause they all push me the right way
Hell no, I won't chase her
Crazy ho, I used to know you
And now we act like strangers
She like, "Kab, I miss the old you"
And I'm like "Those are just phases"
The way I broke her heart, I think I turned this white ho racist
Bitches think they all that
But they trippin' with no laces
I can't get a call back
Swear these ho's been steady flankin'