Russian Shit Songtext
von Kankan
Russian Shit Songtext
(Damn skeeo, you too shiesty)
(Hahaha, skeeo, you crazy)
(This a Redeye, broke ass nigga what you ridin′ in? Hold on, uh)
(Bad bitch wanna fuck and bring her best friend, yeah)
(Bad-bad-bad-bad wanna fuck and bring her mm-mm)
(Yeah, bring her best friend)
(Welcome to the dead-end, yeah, huh)
This a Hellcat broke ass nigga, what you ridin' in?
Poppin′ bodies nigga, we don't do no textin'
She wan′ fuck the whole gang, told her bring her best friend
Know we step on shit lil′ nigga, so stop that flexin'
Off the Perc′, it's not no Molly, I got Oxy in my body
Shoot that Draco, you can′t stop it, big ass drugs, you know we wylin'
Nigga, who gone tell me stop it? Modded stick and it got bodies
Poppin′ Xan's just like some Molly
Just waitin' for that bitch to try me
Talkin′ crazy, bag on top his head
Bitch, I′m trippin', I forgot my meds
I forgot this bitch, yeah, off the head
My bitch slimy, nigga, code red
And when I slide you know I keep a Drac′
Bitch, 'cause ain′t nobody safe
Know we put them guns to face
I'm like, "Who gon′ die today"
He wan' play then go head, dig his grave
Bitch, I'm in the north, right where my granny stay
Nigga saw me, catch him on the interstate
On that Russian shit, behead the bitch, then take his face
Bitch, we on that demon shit
On the X, they know I′m leanin′
All my niggas up, we up to no good, know we schemin'
Cut us down, we gon′ cut 'em down, yeah
We gon′ chop him down, we gonna
Yeah, hold on (Yeah)
In that Redeye, came through swervin'
That murder shit be urgent
If it′s about that bag, nigga, then I come through early
If it's about that bag, nigga, just know I come through swervin'
Come through urgent, yeah, hold on
Bro, he leanin′, think he off a Xan or some′
This a deuce right here, right in my Fanta, huh
I got triple hoes just like I'm Santa, huh
Yeah, yeah, I got hella poles just cause they send some′
Yeah, yeah, I got hella hoes just cause they send some'
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I got triple hoes just like I′m Santa, huh
Yeah, yeah, I got, yeah, RR, nigga
Nigga, uh-huh, ha
Yeah
(Hahaha, skeeo, you crazy)
(This a Redeye, broke ass nigga what you ridin′ in? Hold on, uh)
(Bad bitch wanna fuck and bring her best friend, yeah)
(Bad-bad-bad-bad wanna fuck and bring her mm-mm)
(Yeah, bring her best friend)
(Welcome to the dead-end, yeah, huh)
This a Hellcat broke ass nigga, what you ridin' in?
Poppin′ bodies nigga, we don't do no textin'
She wan′ fuck the whole gang, told her bring her best friend
Know we step on shit lil′ nigga, so stop that flexin'
Off the Perc′, it's not no Molly, I got Oxy in my body
Shoot that Draco, you can′t stop it, big ass drugs, you know we wylin'
Nigga, who gone tell me stop it? Modded stick and it got bodies
Poppin′ Xan's just like some Molly
Just waitin' for that bitch to try me
Talkin′ crazy, bag on top his head
Bitch, I′m trippin', I forgot my meds
I forgot this bitch, yeah, off the head
My bitch slimy, nigga, code red
And when I slide you know I keep a Drac′
Bitch, 'cause ain′t nobody safe
Know we put them guns to face
I'm like, "Who gon′ die today"
He wan' play then go head, dig his grave
Bitch, I'm in the north, right where my granny stay
Nigga saw me, catch him on the interstate
On that Russian shit, behead the bitch, then take his face
Bitch, we on that demon shit
On the X, they know I′m leanin′
All my niggas up, we up to no good, know we schemin'
Cut us down, we gon′ cut 'em down, yeah
We gon′ chop him down, we gonna
Yeah, hold on (Yeah)
In that Redeye, came through swervin'
That murder shit be urgent
If it′s about that bag, nigga, then I come through early
If it's about that bag, nigga, just know I come through swervin'
Come through urgent, yeah, hold on
Bro, he leanin′, think he off a Xan or some′
This a deuce right here, right in my Fanta, huh
I got triple hoes just like I'm Santa, huh
Yeah, yeah, I got hella poles just cause they send some′
Yeah, yeah, I got hella hoes just cause they send some'
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I got triple hoes just like I′m Santa, huh
Yeah, yeah, I got, yeah, RR, nigga
Nigga, uh-huh, ha
Yeah
Writer(s): Seth Christopher Love, Keandrian Qynzel Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
