Rude

[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)
Hmm, yop

[Verse]
I don't mean to be rude
But she say I'm so smooth, everything that I do, it just turn around
Certified tweaker, you ain't playin' that nigga, turn it down
You think y'all people stealin' my style? You must want some clout
I buy all my bitches Jimmy Choo when they make they daddy proud
Niggas spooky as hell now they heard a nigga back in town (Yop)
I make niggas feel like they in hell, 5.56s burn 'em down
Don't come around if I can't do no background check on 'em
Every other week, they at a funeral, somebody check on 'em
My chopper tweakin', then it got to talkin', wishin' death on 'еm
Yop, shit is kinda funny, niggas cliquing up just to get stepped on
Nеver sold heroin, but I got a play somewhere in pressin'
Yop, nigga, I could school you
I'm only twenty-one, don't let it fool you
Think I play chess, but I don't just know how to move
I still love this rap shit, scammin', that's what got me rich
They want constant heat, every time I drop, they say it's lit
Think I heard the click, I ain't done, give me another clip
Ain't no tellin' when a nigga time comin', won't even notice it (Yop)
All he did was punch me in, nigga, hmm, yop
I can't write it, probably give it to the cops 'cause they ain't got no evidence
That's crazy, hook came before the ambulance, them niggas dead
Niggas commit murders and stoppin' for the hook, I would've fled
She be twerkin', I be tweakin', damn near 'bout to break the bed
The way she gobble, gobble on the dick, it's goin' through her head
I don't mean to be rude
But if you know me really cool
I just can't trust niggas 'cause I done seen a lot
But the type of life a nigga live, you gotta know it's do or die
I did my homework, it ain't gon' be too long before them niggas die
God gave me a gift, so ain't gon' be too long before I make it out
City a warzone, so don't let them niggas cap
We up on our side, tell them niggas check the stats
I got the ups every time I see an opp, yop, ask 'em that
I don't mean to be rude, but I don't sugarcoat or cap
Heard he got hit somewhere above his shoulders, them niggas tried to overdose him
Brodie, give that nigga a flip like he drownin' (Yop), psych, nigga, drown him
I don't mean to be rude, you ain't no pit, can't be around me
I can see it from a distance, you ain't slick, you tryna slime me out
Mama got five kids, and out of all of 'em, been a problem child
My bitches know I'ma fuck with your brain to see what you on
Can you get a lo'? And if you can't, you ain't my type, you can be gone
Everything I do, I trendset, they tryna follow me
He must don't think I'm in my mirrors, hit this right, he 'bout to smack a—
Yop, I don't mean to be rude, this just me, nigga
Prices went up, you ain't got that pape', ain't tryna speak, nigga