Rude Boy
(专辑: Full Metal Jacket - 2013)
[Hook x2] Blood clot, roll up blood clot weed right now, Rude boy, don't be rude boy or get shot down High as fuck Geeking like I'm Marley bitch come try your luck Homicide another track, hurry put your lighters up [Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid] Gun shots banging from the
back block, My strap cocked up and down Fiends running in and out the
trap spot Late at night, don't get caught slipping better have your gun Front a
young boy off a
pack and he bound to run FN, keep it fully loaded, I
ain't flexing I
just went hard fucking Brittaney and her best friend Rude boy, I
don't fuck with rude boy you food boy We don't fuck with snake niggas we know you a
geek boy [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Project Pat] Homicidal, must be suicidal Running off this vital, desert rifle We can get gangsta', like a
disciple Blacked out, with the
strap out Ran your fat mouth, to the
wrong bitch Gun in chest blew your back out Dope sold to the
young and old Cup of purple code [?] Ferrarri swag play me like I'm slow Put a
fucking hole in his head Now a
shit bag what the
nigga wearing For the
rest his life But I
tried to take his life [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid] Atlanta where I
stay, ATL my home North Jamaica Queens running through my bones R.I.P. Dunk tatted on my face 808's quake 'tino drop the
bass Blood clot, rude boy, hurry roll the
weed now Rude boy, Wooh Da I'm the
king with the
fucking crown High as fuck geeking like I'm Marley and my uncle Snoop Try your luck, you gonna need an army just to fuck with Wooh [Hook x2]