(My nigga Corn made this bitch nigga)
Cuddy got them bows on the table where yo home training?
Let a nigga think he taking something leave his dome flaming
Bitch
Look
15 songs no skips did that casually
Disrespecting gang we gone turn em to a casualty
Made myself known at they party pulled up blasting heat
Take a walk in my shoes you won't last a week
Smoking Crude Boys acting rude in my Rhude boy
Cut her hair can't tell if she a girl or she a dude boy
Soakin through the phone she keep sayin ima smooth boy
So I slid and ain't even need the lube boy
Was first placing too much realized I'm in the wrong heat
Have my stepper get up on yo trail he got long feet
Palm Angles on how ironic we in Palm Beach
Dreamchasin like I'm Meek, shit in arms reach
It be the nigga posting blick all day that get his ass smoked
Went to prison for a year now yo ass woke
Brodie said he want yo chain you finna get yo ass choked
These niggas bullshittin in the zoo, we the last hope
In marathon blew stealing honey buns
Take a nigga sticks I got 21
Counting 21 bands I was 21
Seen yo last pic 5 dubs and like 20 ones
Don't judge a book by its cover might not get the chance to read it
Told yall bout that self scan back in jam and beep
Put that bread on his head he a ham and cheese
Sit yo lil stupid ass down you ain't standing me
Bitch why you always need some money you a panhandler
Ain't even gave no ass up bro I can't stand her
Who decides on the jeans boy yo pants standard
Spin a bitch that bro want, have my mans answer
I think thats the jakes, if it is I ain't see none
Gave that bitch my heart and then she played me like a rerun
Thumbing through a roll shit done left me with a green thumb
Staring in the store be done hit you with a mean one
Text a nigga bitch like you still wanna smoke later?
I see you lookin lemme know, you want the smoke hater?
Bro just popped a nigga top for that coke paper
Handouts for the weak dont need no favor
Fontina pork chop bone fish grill
FN on me finna go and buy a fish gill
Yeah she get the balls & all, boy this bitch ill
Got em panicking, hollow tips through his windshield
Now I'm fast, but yo bitch faster
Standard glock ah get the job done but the switch faster
Seen em walking on the west and turned em to a zig zagger
Leave drip when I walk ima splish splasher
This shit aint out yet
5Star STS nigga
We the best nigga
Hit em in his chest nigga
5SB Corn & 5SB Silk - RHUDE BOY Lyrics
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(My nigga Corn made this bitch nigga)
Cuddy got them bows on the table where yo home training?
Let a nigga think he taking something leave his dome flaming
Bitch
Look
15 songs no skips did that casually
Disrespecting gang we gone turn em to a casualty
Made myself known at they party pulled up blasting heat
Take a walk in my shoes you won't last a week
Smoking Crude Boys acting rude in my Rhude boy
Cut her hair can't tell if she a girl or she a dude boy
Soakin through the phone she keep sayin ima smooth boy
So I slid and ain't even need the lube boy
Was first placing too much realized I'm in the wrong heat
Have my stepper get up on yo trail he got long feet
Palm Angles on how ironic we in Palm Beach
Dreamchasin like I'm Meek, shit in arms reach
It be the nigga posting blick all day that get his ass smoked
Went to prison for a year now yo ass woke
Brodie said he want yo chain you finna get yo ass choked
These niggas bullshittin in the zoo, we the last hope
In marathon blew stealing honey buns
Take a nigga sticks I got 21
Counting 21 bands I was 21
Seen yo last pic 5 dubs and like 20 ones
Don't judge a book by its cover might not get the chance to read it
Told yall bout that self scan back in jam and beep
Put that bread on his head he a ham and cheese
Sit yo lil stupid ass down you ain't standing me
Bitch why you always need some money you a panhandler
Ain't even gave no ass up bro I can't stand her
Who decides on the jeans boy yo pants standard
Spin a bitch that bro want, have my mans answer
I think thats the jakes, if it is I ain't see none
Gave that bitch my heart and then she played me like a rerun
Thumbing through a roll shit done left me with a green thumb
Staring in the store be done hit you with a mean one
Text a nigga bitch like you still wanna smoke later?
I see you lookin lemme know, you want the smoke hater?
Bro just popped a nigga top for that coke paper
Handouts for the weak dont need no favor
Fontina pork chop bone fish grill
FN on me finna go and buy a fish gill
Yeah she get the balls & all, boy this bitch ill
Got em panicking, hollow tips through his windshield
Now I'm fast, but yo bitch faster
Standard glock ah get the job done but the switch faster
Seen em walking on the west and turned em to a zig zagger
Leave drip when I walk ima splish splasher
This shit aint out yet
5Star STS nigga
We the best nigga
Hit em in his chest nigga
Cuddy got them bows on the table where yo home training?
Let a nigga think he taking something leave his dome flaming
Bitch
Look
15 songs no skips did that casually
Disrespecting gang we gone turn em to a casualty
Made myself known at they party pulled up blasting heat
Take a walk in my shoes you won't last a week
Smoking Crude Boys acting rude in my Rhude boy
Cut her hair can't tell if she a girl or she a dude boy
Soakin through the phone she keep sayin ima smooth boy
So I slid and ain't even need the lube boy
Was first placing too much realized I'm in the wrong heat
Have my stepper get up on yo trail he got long feet
Palm Angles on how ironic we in Palm Beach
Dreamchasin like I'm Meek, shit in arms reach
It be the nigga posting blick all day that get his ass smoked
Went to prison for a year now yo ass woke
Brodie said he want yo chain you finna get yo ass choked
These niggas bullshittin in the zoo, we the last hope
In marathon blew stealing honey buns
Take a nigga sticks I got 21
Counting 21 bands I was 21
Seen yo last pic 5 dubs and like 20 ones
Don't judge a book by its cover might not get the chance to read it
Told yall bout that self scan back in jam and beep
Put that bread on his head he a ham and cheese
Sit yo lil stupid ass down you ain't standing me
Bitch why you always need some money you a panhandler
Ain't even gave no ass up bro I can't stand her
Who decides on the jeans boy yo pants standard
Spin a bitch that bro want, have my mans answer
I think thats the jakes, if it is I ain't see none
Gave that bitch my heart and then she played me like a rerun
Thumbing through a roll shit done left me with a green thumb
Staring in the store be done hit you with a mean one
Text a nigga bitch like you still wanna smoke later?
I see you lookin lemme know, you want the smoke hater?
Bro just popped a nigga top for that coke paper
Handouts for the weak dont need no favor
Fontina pork chop bone fish grill
FN on me finna go and buy a fish gill
Yeah she get the balls & all, boy this bitch ill
Got em panicking, hollow tips through his windshield
Now I'm fast, but yo bitch faster
Standard glock ah get the job done but the switch faster
Seen em walking on the west and turned em to a zig zagger
Leave drip when I walk ima splish splasher
This shit aint out yet
5Star STS nigga
We the best nigga
Hit em in his chest nigga
Writer: 5SB Silk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid