Project Pat - Rude Boy lyrics

[Hook]x2 Blood clot, roll up blood clot weed right now Rude boy, don't be rude boy or get shot down High as f** Geeking like I'm Marley b**h come try your luck Homicide another track, hurry put your lighters up [Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid] Gun shots bangin' from the back block My strap co*ked 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 f**ing Brittaney and her best friend Rude boy, I don't f** with rude boy you food boy We don't f** with snake n***as 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 b**h 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 f**ing hole in his head Now a sh** bag what the n***a 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 ba** Blood clot, rude boy, hurry roll the weed now Rude boy, Wooh Da I'm the king with the f**ing crown High as f** geeking like I'm Marley and my uncle Snoop Try your luck, you gonna need an army just to f** with Wooh [Hook]x2