Cuttin Up Freestyle
[Verse 1: Real Rudeboy]
Yeah, I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a fuck
Got some niggas cuttin up, still don't give a fuck
I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a fuck
Haha, aaiight then

I said Rudeboy's up and he don't give a fuck
Got some niggas cuttin up, still don't give a fuck
I don't carry a piece, I do the devils work
Yeah so I carry the beast
I got this pain in my chest, I think it indigestion
Heard my bitch is cheating gonna beat her with aggression
An there'll be no disgression while I hide her body in the trunk
Traffic stuck middle of congestion

Change the flow, here we go yeah
Rudeboy's the man, with the fucking plan and
She's gonna take it to the head, like I know she can
Bang bang booty thats juicy like fruity, owwweeee
I'll be getting signed to the label, yeah like Reecey baby
Pound sign true story that's a fantasy fable, like easop man ha
Yeah next track please, so versatile do it, I'm able haha