Nah, Rudeboy Lyrics

Can't get a round of applause
When I say President T, everybody pause
Take another MC straight to the shores
When I come around, I'm taking jaws
Stand man up in a line
I don't wanna hear no flaws
I know man that'll take off doors
And go through the wardrobe taking drawers
Nah, rudeboy, too busy watching
As the Hennessy pours
When I was a yout man, I had chores
Put another MC to sleep
And I ain't talking the one that comes with snores
I don't wanna hear that talk that's trending
Prez, thanks for attending
Your whole career in grime is pending

Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy
Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy
Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy

Oi, rudie
Word to Chip, yo, dem man are bookey
I heard all your talk about shoot me, about "who's he?"
Tell him I run this scene, just me on my Js
Like Jamie, Joseph and Julie
R1 plus Uzi
When I premiere shots, red carpet like the movies
Fight till I die like Bruce Lee
Lyric for lyric or bullet for bullet, you'll lose, G
Win, especially when the feds lose me
Red light, barring it, bus lane violator
Think I'd let ticket man abuse me?
You've gone mad, cuz
I'll drapse that pussyhole back, blud (come here)
And make sure he picks his ticket back up
Fuck 39s, I've got one for backup

Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy
Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy
Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy

It's not Guns & Roses
You better know, T on the wing exposes
Get to my online store, if it ever closes
Strap another zoot of the Mary
But I ain't chilling with Moses
Nah, rudeboy, these MCs I will never employ
Nah, rudeboy, I said nah, rudeboy
Please don't move like you're on the sidelines
Little does he know, I wrote the guidelines
Check out my rhymes, take a backseat and watch
As the President climbs
They would all rather see me do crimes
Won't see the greatest take in lines
Won't see the greatest take in lip
Going on loose, but I ain't sinking a ship

Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy
Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy
Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy