Real Rude
(Lavish life)
(Lavish life)
Yeah
(Lavish life)
Young lavish life
Yeah
When I get a feeling i gotta listen to my gut
She tried to post me in my house so ima fuck her in the truck
Niggas never scrapped in life but they'll swear to god they tuff
We know that ain't the real you, You just a man who do stunts
You a stunt man a cig butthead
Don't never touch bands
That stuff in that get you up bands I hit my one dance
You dissing me oh you dumb man
Bitch we'll bump heads
That's crazy when it's war you gotta go and ball yo one mans
That's soft shit I lay shit down I don't just talk shit
Off shit give em a chance the run then hawk shit
Boss shit watching over the bity on some loft
Boolin with the mafia we deeper then some crawl fish
Saucy nigga but fuck up this fashion then I'm offing niggas
They ain't ride but they said they want so I'm off them niggas
Bossy nigga sippin on some henny and I'm off a jigga
Niggas conversation broke I'm Bands i don't talk to niggas
Crack you in yo shit for talking Brazy i don't walk from niggas
How you think I sent a sneak diss yo way I never thought of niggas
Payed his ass to go and get the woods I just bought a nigga
We ain't finna come and pick you up you wasn't walking with us
Louis Gucci I love it I like to mix it up
Riding through the trenches in a foreign picking benjis up
A nigga pull my strings ima spazz this a different bus
You had a mag when Lil P hopped on yo ass and you didn't buss
(Yeah)
Lavish rude boy
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
Squad
Let me tell you bout this glock
My finger keep going and it don't plan to stop
The trap getting cold bouta make that thang hot
A nigga act smart
Put his brains on the block, ughh
Wait why you niggas didn't shoot me
My niggas bouta slide we ain't playing Call of duty
That boy be switching sides he don't know what he doing
I'm bouta start clapping so you know Ian booing, Un
Gun sound gun sounds fucking up yo sub rounds
I done hit his Bitch last night she got good mouth
If you need some work come and shop we got good pounds
Ain't no Lil Jon in this bitch Put yo hood down
Bitch I'm from Seven Mile Throwing up a better pile
Remember that nigga
Don't be scared he off tether now
Thinking that you fly
But you down like a feather now
And my niggas got full clips put yo weapons down
Sick with the flow I just hope it get better now
Think you from the hood quit playing you from eleven mile
Add up that dope
I can show you how to measure now
And I'm with Bands and you know he bought the Wessen out
(Lavish life)
Yeah
(Lavish life)
Young lavish life
Yeah
When I get a feeling i gotta listen to my gut
She tried to post me in my house so ima fuck her in the truck
Niggas never scrapped in life but they'll swear to god they tuff
We know that ain't the real you, You just a man who do stunts
You a stunt man a cig butthead
Don't never touch bands
That stuff in that get you up bands I hit my one dance
You dissing me oh you dumb man
Bitch we'll bump heads
That's crazy when it's war you gotta go and ball yo one mans
That's soft shit I lay shit down I don't just talk shit
Off shit give em a chance the run then hawk shit
Boss shit watching over the bity on some loft
Boolin with the mafia we deeper then some crawl fish
Saucy nigga but fuck up this fashion then I'm offing niggas
They ain't ride but they said they want so I'm off them niggas
Bossy nigga sippin on some henny and I'm off a jigga
Niggas conversation broke I'm Bands i don't talk to niggas
Crack you in yo shit for talking Brazy i don't walk from niggas
How you think I sent a sneak diss yo way I never thought of niggas
Payed his ass to go and get the woods I just bought a nigga
We ain't finna come and pick you up you wasn't walking with us
Louis Gucci I love it I like to mix it up
Riding through the trenches in a foreign picking benjis up
A nigga pull my strings ima spazz this a different bus
You had a mag when Lil P hopped on yo ass and you didn't buss
(Yeah)
Lavish rude boy
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang)
Squad
Let me tell you bout this glock
My finger keep going and it don't plan to stop
The trap getting cold bouta make that thang hot
A nigga act smart
Put his brains on the block, ughh
Wait why you niggas didn't shoot me
My niggas bouta slide we ain't playing Call of duty
That boy be switching sides he don't know what he doing
I'm bouta start clapping so you know Ian booing, Un
Gun sound gun sounds fucking up yo sub rounds
I done hit his Bitch last night she got good mouth
If you need some work come and shop we got good pounds
Ain't no Lil Jon in this bitch Put yo hood down
Bitch I'm from Seven Mile Throwing up a better pile
Remember that nigga
Don't be scared he off tether now
Thinking that you fly
But you down like a feather now
And my niggas got full clips put yo weapons down
Sick with the flow I just hope it get better now
Think you from the hood quit playing you from eleven mile
Add up that dope
I can show you how to measure now
And I'm with Bands and you know he bought the Wessen out
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