Russian Shit

This a red eye, broke ass nigga what you ridin in?

Bad bitch wanna **** and bring her best friend... yeah

Ha yeah, bad bitch wanna **** and bring her... mmm hmmm

Yeah her bestfriend

Welcome to the dead end

Chorus

This a hell cat broke ass nigga what you riding in?

Poppin bodies nigga we dont do no texting

She wan' **** the whole gang told her bring her best friend

Know we step on shit lil nigga so stop that flexing

Off the perkies not not molly, i got oxy in my body

Shoot that draco you can't stop it, full of drugs you know we wilding

Nigga who gone tell me stop it? modded stick and it got bodies

Poppin xans just like some molly, just waiting for that bitch to try me

Talking crazy bag on top his head

Bitch im trippin i forgot my meds

[?] this shit off the head

My bitch slimy, nigga code red

And when i slide you know i keep a drake

Bitch cuz ain't nobody safe

Know we put them guns to face

I'm like who gone die today?

He wan' play then go head dig his grave

Bitch im in the north right where my granny stay

Yessir we catch him on the interstate

On that russian shit, behead the bitch, they take his face

Bitch we on that demon shit

On the x they know I'm leaning

All my niggas up, we up to no good, know we scheming

Cut us down, we gon' cut 'em down, yeah

We gon' chop him down, we gonna, yeah, hold on

In that redeye, came through swerving

That murda 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 swerving

Come through urgent, yeah, hold on

Bro he leaning, 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 saying some

Yeah, yeah, I got hella hoes just cause they saying some

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, I got triple hoes just like I'm Santa, huh

Yeah, yeah, I got, yeah, double R, nigga

Nigga, uh huh, ha

Yeah