VI Seconds
Rude - Remix
[Intro: Moxas, VI Seconds]
Perfect!
Ayy, huh? (I'm that dude, bitch)
What? Yeah, what? (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)
Huh? Yeah, huh? Huh? (I ain't rude, bitch, I'm that dude, bitch)
Huh? Yeah (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)

[Verse 1: Moxas]
Yeah (Yeah), you fucking with me, you a goner (Ayy)
Man, I should apologize really for killing these bitches, I'm sorry, your honor ([?])
And I got your bitch and it's getting real hot, but I promise we not in a sauna (Hot!)
And trust, if you talking to me but you ain't got a check, then you telling me “Nada” (Brr)
Go talk to the Heavenly Father, I step in Heaven, now Heaven is hotter (Yeah)
Pull up to the 7-Eleven, I'm whipping the whip, in the back is your daughter (Bitch!)
I might send her back to her n***a, but she gon' be wearing some shit that I bought her (Uh-huh)
And if you see me on the streets, then do not say, "What's up?" I don't like to be bothered (What?)
And, bitch, I'm a martyr (Ayy, huh?), fuck around, you can get attacked
If you give me any money, you won't get it back (What?), think you really in my league? What kinda shit is that?
Get a hazmat 'cause I'm too sick (Yeah), puking (Huh?), flow got me looking so putrid (Ugh!)
Who gives (Who?) two shits? (Who?) Phone got me yelling out, "Who this?"

[Verse 2: ImDontai]
Get back, n***a, no, you don't want none, Kit Kat, my bitch black, I'mma break her
Baby saw my bank, she said it's made up, damn, I look good, I don't need makeup
Me and VI back at it like a bot on the gram, I don't want your news, I don't wanna be friends
You can talk to the hand, abandon my pants, they like to expand, uh
Flow hit you outta this planet, you crashing through Mars, unbelievable damage
You can't understand it, you asking your parents, the bass is outstanding, your momma a Karen
"Please, hey police, two n***as from what I see
They OD, they out in my neighborhood disturbing the peace!"
Yeah, I disturb the peace, I'm murdering while leaving every white tee burgundy
The white bitch need surgery, you heard of me? I flow like a butterfly sting like a needle
I stay with that Iron like I was Magneto, I'm here to wipe out a percentage of people
I know I sound crazy (Crazy, but I-I'm not evil, I...)
Well, maybe a little bit, it's hit or miss, I'm sick of these little kids, these little shits
I wanna cut 'em up to itty-bitty bits and feed 'em to the dogs like little kiddy sips ([?])
I say I'm the best, they throwing hissy fits, the flow like water sink the bigger ships
I'm that petty, I got the quickest lip, if rap was rats, well, then I'm Pickle Rick, ayy
If I got opps, they really keep it under wraps
'Cause they know I'm petty and toxic, and my fans is worse than that
You talking shit, then I will rain down fury upon that ass
I write on my free time and still body you with my raps, n***a
[Verse 3: VI Seconds]
Uh, and I body you in general (Brrt!), thinking you can match? N***a must be off an edible ([?])
Your name ring bells, well, the story isn’t credible ([?]), hear about mine and the ring is incredible (Yes, yes)
A bad one in the vestibule, when I come up, she heard I got the best of views
And she love the way the light hit the vegetables, now she on her back showing me her [?], uh
I get play like Sophocles, I don't want her if the bitch got a lot of fleas
I get a lot of it, money ain't a lot to me, my bag on some shit, like colostomy
I'm the n***a that you gotta do a lot to see, so women really want to hang, like apostrophe
And I dot my 'I's and I cross my 'T's, mom made sure I didn't have a pot to pee
I had a toilet, watch the way I work the room, you know something bad if you heard the boom (Brrt)
I turn your music down, but I turn into a straight god, and you gon' have to learn it soon
You got a problem, bitch? Well, you not the issue, and your bitch wanna grapple, like she tried Jujitsu
Got a squad of pitbulls, I seen your gang, quite frankly, you look like a squad of shitzus
Who don't got a pistol? The .9'll kiss you, and I put shorty right back by my crystals
Here's a lesson, ya'll: it's like I'm your teacher; you don't leave unless I dismiss you
If I got you kids, you can't match the speech, match the steez, you hating a masterpiece
I lead the pack, that's why they always after me, when I talk about it leave the message at the beep!

[Outro: VI Seconds]
I'm that dude, bitch (Huh?)
I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch (Yeah)
I ain't rude, bitch (Huh?), I'm that dude, bitch (Huh?)
I ain't rude, bitch (Huh?) All my money blue, bitch (Yeah)