RUSSIAN Lyrics

Bitch I'm back in blood

I know I am out for blood

I aint gon stop til the job be done

I know I got clips on my side with the goons; they dont run

Bitch poppin out with the clips yeah we cocked it

Bitch im like a dawn cabrio way i keep on run shit

You would think I got some fuckin killers way they Russian

Sit down Simo just shoot him please!

In the stu with Ezekiel he get you off your feet

Yeah my God a killer he gon really show you how to breathe

Back in for revenge you would think i'm like Terry Mcginnis

Fuck with pops you know we opps I dont even wanna get in it

Put you in a grave watch you lie in it

Rollin with the motherfuckers i'd die for them

Keep it bouta fuckin stack the way we signin it

Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin

Holyyy yaeuh

I've been pullin bags bags bags and it's steppin

Knowin that I'm not wronggg

But we pull a new Ku Klux when we in it

We got bags on top bags bitch you runnin dont fuck with us

We gon really put you down we gon really cut ya up

I got like a 30 on a rims the way we fuck it up fuck it up

Double up

Z just called me he gonna fuck ya up

"SIMO:" Ah shit

I've been on flaw shit

I heard you had a bag but you lost it

Hasbulla on a wing

He finna cross it

I ball like Tyreek hill on the dolphins

You go to Collins Hills but I dont know you

Simo got hella dollar bills but he dont know you

Gettin these racks back to back but he dont know you

Claim you from the north so ima show you what that pole do

Bitch it's lil smeek

Im with lil Z

She touchin rubbin tryna fuck me she a lil freak

Girl just get up on your knees

Know she want the birkin bees

She want church and kfc

Cuz she hella F-A-T

She give brain like S-A-T

Pull off in a SRT

We gon spark off with the rides if you tryna charge your meet

In the car with the Za bitch im movin with that weed

Bitch I smoke that THC

No they wanna be like me

Bitch I just hit the store with some dough in my pocket

Blast off on a hoe with my pole and a rocket

Know that shit fo sho

When lil Simo say he got it

No they do not like it

But they wanna be like it

Put you in a grave watch you lie in it

Rollin with the motherfuckers i'd die for them

Keep it bouta fuckin stack the way we signin it

Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin

Oh Yeah

Got a 40 in a patek

We gon really cut him up and show he aint have it

I done fucked around to much

I dont really give a fuck

Bought a glock at 16 i dont care i pull a handle up

Til a nigga meet death heaven

Closet fuckin stacked nothing less then 7's

Bad bitch in my bed I know she wreaking havoc

She just givin out like bye Felicia I aint have it

I done really had it

YAEH

I been cold in fashion

I got high blood raising

Go grab my keys lets get racin

Yeah step inside roof get raising

Gotta go pull a semi automatic

Pull it from my pocket bust it watch that shit get tragic

Bouta stain his block and I just did it with an itch

Paint his shit like fucking red like Leonardo Da Vinci

Rappin packin stackin did it all well

I know I just put it like louis and gucci time tell

Take a gun and wipe a bitches contour cus she not well

Perked up doing coke cus i just spent 10k on moncler not fair

Put you in a grave watch you lie in it

Rollin with the motherfuckers i'd die for them

Keep it bouta fuckin stack the way we signin it

Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin