Gucci Mane — Rude

(Intro) I’m so rude Drive nothing but new schools Forgies It’s Guwop Drumma Boy Brick Squad Say I’m rude It’s Guwop (Bridge) Bitches tell me that I’m being rude (so) Baby tell me how I’m being rude (ho) I only talk to bad bitches, that’s how I do (I got money bitch) That’s how I feel… (Hook) I don’t talk to broke niggas, I’m so rude I don’t talk to ugly bitches, I’m so rude Got the loudest diamonds on, i know i’m rude And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude I don’t talk to broke ass bitches, I’m so rude I don’t talk to monkey niggas, I’m too rude I don’t drive no old schools, new schools And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies (Verse) Bitches say I’m rude, yet in the worst way I wouldn't bought yo ass a drink ho on yo birthday This H ain’t 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 it’s Jack Daniels I’m not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta Niggas handcuffin hoes and don’t read their miranda Five hoes wearing Gucci Gucci leading by example So inflicted, my M6 I’m back, I love to gamble (Hook) I don’t talk to broke niggas, I’m so rude I don’t talk to ugly bitches, I’m so rude Got this loud it’s down my zone, I know I’m rude And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude I don’t talk to broke ass bitches, I’m so rude I don’t talk to monkey niggas, I’m too rude I don’t drive no old schools, new schools And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies (Verse) I’m so rude, I’m so motherfuckin rude If you had this check then you would be rude too I don’t have to talk to you, don’t want to talk to you Ain’t 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 she’s a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude And it ain’t bout him man, it’s all bout his wallet do She tryin to fight it, but my money I overpower you Bitch don’t deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move My charger sittin on 6, it crawled down like a crawler do I’m not no bugga boo, bitch that’s that shit that stalkers do It’s Gucci (Hook)