Russian Roulette Lyrics

Uh, choppa sending him to god, woah

Stay with a rocket

I hit that nigga with the rod, woah

I just want you for sex,

Your attitude is fuckin' flawed, woah

Running down the opps,

With my motherfuckin' squad, woah

Choppa gonna fuckin' resurrect a nigga,

Russian roulette with myself,

Got my finger on the trigger

Bitch, I'm with NLM,

Nigga, we countin' all the figures

Pour up a four of that Wock,

You know I'm a heavy sipper

Hit up Miami, the Cayman,

With all my fuckin' niggas

My chop, don't motherfuckin' miss,

My Glock, got a fuckin' switch

Sip Wock, don't pour up that tris,

Give me neck, can't give her no kiss

Then I'm cuttin' her off like an army swiss,

Hop in the booth, record a new diss

Then I take all these drugs, fall into abyss, uh

Told my mom I'm an addict, but it is okay

Smokin' a wood, I said,

Mama, I cope with these drugs every day

Feel like I'm gonna die,

Before I see her hair turn gray

Niggas don't hear what I been tryna say

Pull out a wood and I break down the trey

Throw up the set, NLM is the gang

Iced out pendant, baguette, the chain

Hold it with a cuban that shit is gon' swang

Caught me a opp and I'm bustin' his brain

Shoot that 762 and that bitch gonna hit

Finna make me a name

And that bitch gonna stick

Glock got a beam and a 30 round clip

Yeah, don't run, lil' bitch, don't trip

Packs came in, them hoes gon' flip

Lil' Shawty Sheist, can't trust no bitch

Hoes do some wild shit over the dick

Purple jeans, spider hoodie, take me the Flick

Choppa sending him to god, woah

Stay with a rocket

I hit that nigga with the rod, woah

I just want you for sex,

Your attitude is fuckin' flawed, woah

Running down the opps,

With my motherfuckin' squad, woah

Choppa gonna fuckin' resurrect a nigga,