Fiends Rude Lyrics

Ahh, ahhh

Brodie say he got the za but that's quite low

Bitch I'm too hard, I popped a rhino

Hit it late night Jimmy Fallon, I'm on tonight show

My rollie one on one this shit an iso

My pockets too fat, it need some lipo

You getting no bread, shit it might show

Hit my burner bitch don't text my iPhone

She text me she ain't wanna fuck that's a typo

Ahhh, bitch, cruising ahhh

Cruising down route 6 in a Beamer coupe

I ain't wanna sell today, cause the fiends is rude

Bitch ion wanna fuck cause I got things to do

Bitch I'm married to money can't put a ring on you

Ahhh, now I'm wavy hoe

Put her in an s-class she a Mercedes hoe

They try bite up on my swag they give me rabies tho

I got pure Colombian, yea the eighties snow

Every plug say they don't like me what you hate me for

Bitch, they really hate me cause I'm getting dough

They really hate cause there's Moncleezy on the coat

Cause I'm the only one lifting weight on the road

Damn, there's a gym in my car

I got these packs from Cali they came really far

Had to leave you off a xan that's a silly bar

Said he want the flyers black that's a Philly tar

You stay whipping lemons like it's minute maid

I be putting so many months in but you minute made

How you say you Eminem bitch when you been afraid

Feeling like the Undertaker, I put you in yo grave

Bitch, I'm Matt Hardy cause I high flyer

She gon give me the face like a blow dryer

He saying he super hot but I'm mo' fire

Brodie say he getting cash, but he a poor liar

Uhhh, ya boyfriend ain't shit

Bitch know that's her mans but I ain't name shit

No difference between bitches and hoes it's the same

I had him leaking red, he ain't the same Crip

Uhhh, already won before the face off

Brodie got the cake carts smoking on some fake sauce