[Verse 1: Real Rudeboy]
Yeah, I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a f**
Got some n***as cuttin up, still don't give a f**
I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a f**
Haha, aaiight then
I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a f**
Got some n***as cuttin up, still don't give a f**
I don't carry a piece, I do the devils work
Yeah so I carry the beast
I got this pain in my chest, I think it indigestion
Heard my b**h is cheating gonna beat her with aggression
An there'll be no disgression while I hide her body in the trunk
Traffic stuck middle of congestion
Change the flow, here we go yeah
Rudeboy's the man, with the f**ing plan and
She's gonna take it to the head, like I know she can
Bang bang booty thats juicy like fruity, owwweeee
I'll be getting signed to the label, yeah like Reecey baby
Pound sign true story that's a fantasy fable, like easop man ha
Yeah next track please, so versatile do it, I'm able haha