Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rude , by - Milli Smoke. Song from the album No Pressure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Rude |
| Abby Jasmine, Milli Smoke them bitches you can’t fuck with |
| Gang, ay |
| (Ay, ay) |
| Gas in the blunt, I ain’t passin it |
| I might smack a bitch actin rude |
| Cus I ain’t having it (no way) |
| Ima act a fool |
| Countin racks, I got callouses |
| I ain’t 21 but a bitch on that savage shit (uh, bitch) |
| I ain’t signing shit |
| Independant bitch |
| I’m out here climbing quick |
| Designer shit |
| Got me in my bag I can’t rewind this shit |
| Allergic to the counterfeit |
| That shit fucks up my sinuses |
| Out here on the grind, lil bitch you know what time it is |
| Bitch I feel like Rico you know I like my shit Nasty |
| Bitch I stack my money got a duffle in the backseat |
| Heard your mixtape and threw that shit up in a trash heap |
| Ima talk my shit |
| Motherfucker don’t at me |
| Abby Jasmine, Milli Smoke them bitches you can’t fuck with |
| I don’t fuck with divas cause them bitches on some fuck shit |
| Got the gang with me when I pull up to the function |
| No time on the grind cause I’m always up to something |
| (Ay, ay) |
| Gas in the blunt, I ain’t passin it |
| I might smack a bitch actin rude |
| Cus I ain’t having it (no way) |
| Ima act a fool |
| Countin racks, I got callouses |
| I ain’t 21 but a bitch on that savage shit (uh, bitch) |
| Bitch I’m rolling up |
| I got the paper in the fronto |
| Lonzo |
| Way I’m ballin |
| I don’t think I really need to top tho |
| Still a buncha white hoes sniffin coka like it’s narcos |
| Still don’t check the bag man I just have em scan the barcode |
| Mama called me on the phone and asked if I’m still trappin |
| I said no |
| I gotta go cause I just got new packs in |
| Need a brand new Louis duffle just to put my racks in |
| Hatin ain’t gon work on me you need another tactic |
| Molly Percocet I call him future when he poppin pills |
| Said he need to vent |
| I tell that boy to call up Dr. Phil |
| I ain’t tryna fuck lil baby |
| I’m just tryna cop a feel |
| Take yo nigga make him disappear |
| Like David Copperfield |
| (Ay, ay) |
| Gas in the blunt, I ain’t passin it |
| I might smack a bitch actin rude |
| Cus I ain’t having it (no way) |
| Ima act a fool |
| Countin racks, I got callouses |
| I ain’t 21 but a bitch on that savage shit (uh, bitch) |