Too Rude - Atl Smook

Fire, what you want

Three

Traphouse, no alcohol

Throw up a three, just watch how I ball

I’m sippin' lean, this no alcohol

Throw up a three, just watch how I ball

In that Bentley B, eyes of a frog

Ain’t no tellin' where I’m finna go

But one thing that a nigga know

I got hella dough and I got hella hoes

I’m in the trap in some designer clothes

I’m goin' hard, I’ma do the most

Boy, you a fraud, that ain’t what you want

Yeah, I done picked you out, I know what’s goin' on

Ring-ring, shawty love to call my phone

I’m like, «Baby, this a money phone»

So do you got some money for me?

Hellcat, yeah, it sit on Forgis

Yeah, I think his bit' adore me

Think I’m too deep in this water, yeah, it feel like I’m snorkelin'

I’m gon' ride for all my partners, we gon' move accordingly

And I’m killin' all these beats like it was a bore to me

If that bitch is not a freak, Uber I’ma order it

And inside my cup, you know it’s a four, nigga

I’m sippin' lean, this no alcohol

Throw up a three, just watch how I ball

In that Bentley B, eyes of a frog

Ain’t no tellin' where I’m finna go

But one thing that a nigga know

I got hella dough and I got hella hoes

I’m in the trap in some designer clothes

I’m goin' hard, I’ma do the most

Yeah, all of my niggas, you know they on go

Yeah, diamonds they water, they drip like a boat

Sippin' on dirty sprite, feelin' like Boat

Damn, I was still havin' swag when I was broke

Pull up and I’m smashin' like Mario

I’ma come and catch a bag and then it’s adios

I’ma havin' good fashion, drip from Tokyo

Designer I will mismatch, you know what I’m on

Throw some ice, I put a rink inside the styrofoam

Backwood nice, ooh-ooh, Gelato my cologne

In that Maserati, ooh-ooh, vroom-vroom

There go Smook, ooh-ooh, he is too rude