Im Not Being RHUDE ft. BIZZLE & Tunchei Lee Lyrics

When my momma died, I said fuck going to church

Fuck a nine-to-five cause I know my worth

Bitch, keep sucking on this dick or you won't get no perk

I got an old lady, you can't get no purse

I'm in the two-seater, hugging lanes, all you hear is skrrt

Two DUIs, it can't get no worse

Drinking with the uncs but still on the lurker

You won't understand me if you listen first

Yeah

A couple months ago, almost lost my life

Shit jammed up on a nigga, he had me dead to rights

All it took was one conversation but not to Jesus Christ

And when it came to breaking bread, you niggas gave me no slice

Shit ain't looking gravy when we meet, you ain't brain to rice

Nah

Woah

Bitch, I'm talking about that butter that's still filled with residue

They gotta scrape it with a credit card and sell it for the loose

If I kept you in traffic, I'ma crash like Bannacoup

Rose petals, Armani suits, you smell the death before you view

Shit, you smell the death before you seen it

Nigga never dreamed it

Buck a hat on cause today it post the rain

You won't see no sight of pain, if you say my name in vain

I'll spin back again, leave a nigga with no remains

Jumped off the porch at nine, that's when a nigga got his name

I been stepping on niggas so much, that my ankles starting to strain

Fizzle

First let me apologize for my rudeness

I was distracted getting litty on the cruise ship

I murder beats with my girl and a few chicks

I'm not rude bitch, I really doze this

The way I'm stepping is the movement

Kid game exclusive, on doofus

Switch out the dad for a bucket hat, the poet stay equipped in that

Like a old head, you know I'm hip to that

My mentality is Lafayette, it's messy how I kick it jack

So watch what you stepping that day at your neck

What's a wolf to a dog catcher

These niggas pussy, they claw scratchers

They got it fucked up, yeah all backwards

You fuck around, get your jaw fractured

Then ball out at the bar after

Staying fresh is a hobby to me

There ain't nobody hotter than me

Obviously, I'm back for more

I didn't up the score

My closet look like a walk-in store

Shit galore