Released: December 1, 2013
Songwriter: Gucci Mane
Producer: Drumma Boy
(Intro)
Im so rude
Drive nothing but new schools
Forgies
Its Guwop
Drumma Boy
Brick Squad
Say Im rude
Its Guwop
(Bridge)
Bitches tell me that Im being rude (so)
Baby tell me how Im being rude (ho)
I only talk to bad bitches, thats how I do (I got money bitch)
Thats how I feel
(Hook)
I dont talk to broke niggas, Im so rude
I dont talk to ugly bitches, Im so rude
Got the loudest diamonds on, i know i’m rude
And my car just painted loud, I know its rude
I dont talk to broke ass bitches, Im so rude
I dont talk to monkey niggas, Im too rude
I dont drive no old schools, new schools
And Im pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies
(Verse)
Bitches say Im rude, yet in the worst way
I wouldn't bought yo ass a drink ho on yo birthday
This H aint Hilfiger, bitch this H stand for Hermes
Ya lay down with these dogs ass hoes they'll give you herpes
These bitches passin pussy out, I say no thank you
Like my lil brother Nate, I give they ass Nathan
Codeine so thick, this shit look just like its Jack Daniels
Im not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne
Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta
Niggas handcuffin hoes and dont read their miranda
Five hoes wearing Gucci Gucci leading by example
So inflicted, my M6 Im back, I love to gamble
(Hook)
I dont talk to broke niggas, Im so rude
I dont talk to ugly bitches, Im so rude
Got this loud its down my zone, I know Im rude
And my car just painted loud, I know its rude
I dont talk to broke ass bitches, Im so rude
I dont talk to monkey niggas, Im too rude
I dont drive no old schools, new schools
And Im pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies
(Verse)
Im so rude, Im so motherfuckin rude
If you had this check then you would be rude too
I dont have to talk to you, dont want to talk to you
Aint no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you
Go get some motherfuckin money what you ought to do
No after thoughts cuz baby I no longer thought of you
Say shes a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude
And it aint bout him man, its all bout his wallet do
She tryin to fight it, but my money I overpower you
Bitch dont deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move
My charger sittin on 6, it crawled down like a crawler do
Im not no bugga boo, bitch thats that shit that stalkers do
Its Gucci
(Hook)
Im so rude
Drive nothing but new schools
Forgies
Its Guwop
Drumma Boy
Brick Squad
Say Im rude
Its Guwop
(Bridge)
Bitches tell me that Im being rude (so)
Baby tell me how Im being rude (ho)
I only talk to bad bitches, thats how I do (I got money bitch)
Thats how I feel
(Hook)
I dont talk to broke niggas, Im so rude
I dont talk to ugly bitches, Im so rude
Got the loudest diamonds on, i know i’m rude
And my car just painted loud, I know its rude
I dont talk to broke ass bitches, Im so rude
I dont talk to monkey niggas, Im too rude
I dont drive no old schools, new schools
And Im pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies
(Verse)
Bitches say Im rude, yet in the worst way
I wouldn't bought yo ass a drink ho on yo birthday
This H aint Hilfiger, bitch this H stand for Hermes
Ya lay down with these dogs ass hoes they'll give you herpes
These bitches passin pussy out, I say no thank you
Like my lil brother Nate, I give they ass Nathan
Codeine so thick, this shit look just like its Jack Daniels
Im not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne
Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta
Niggas handcuffin hoes and dont read their miranda
Five hoes wearing Gucci Gucci leading by example
So inflicted, my M6 Im back, I love to gamble
(Hook)
I dont talk to broke niggas, Im so rude
I dont talk to ugly bitches, Im so rude
Got this loud its down my zone, I know Im rude
And my car just painted loud, I know its rude
I dont talk to broke ass bitches, Im so rude
I dont talk to monkey niggas, Im too rude
I dont drive no old schools, new schools
And Im pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies
(Verse)
Im so rude, Im so motherfuckin rude
If you had this check then you would be rude too
I dont have to talk to you, dont want to talk to you
Aint no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you
Go get some motherfuckin money what you ought to do
No after thoughts cuz baby I no longer thought of you
Say shes a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude
And it aint bout him man, its all bout his wallet do
She tryin to fight it, but my money I overpower you
Bitch dont deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move
My charger sittin on 6, it crawled down like a crawler do
Im not no bugga boo, bitch thats that shit that stalkers do
Its Gucci
(Hook)
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