Russian Roulette! Lyrics

I promise my young niggas steppin on anything, that can get in my way

Gotta new bitch from the bay, wait

We can play russian roulette

I spend my money on drugs, you spend your money to flex

I'm smoking thrax out the pack, aye

I hit the blunt to relax, aye

I hit the blunt for a buzz, smoke on my blunt it kick back

If you ain't speaking with then i promise to God you best get out my way (You ain't Jordan Carter nigga)

You don't get a bag, you fumble it

I get the bag, and i flip it and tumble it

Glock 22 with a mag and we busting it

Brodie just caught him body won't say something major, I promise to God that we hushing shit

I'm superstitious I don't like the energy, my finger itching I'm already clutching it

Tell that boy bitch to get off of my dick, cause I promise to God that she already testing me

Baby girl I never fucked with your energy

Only fucked you cause you fucked with my enemy

Lil nigga come get your lick back, if you ain't no gangster then say that

Cause I ain't not gangster myself, that G2 still gon get my payback

I promise my young niggas steppin on anything, that can get in my way

Gotta new bitch from the bay, wait

We can play russian roulette

I spend my money on drugs, you spend your money to flex

I promise my young niggas steppin on anything, that can get in my way

Gotta new bitch from the bay, wait

We can play russian roulette

I spend my money on drugs, you spend your money to flex

Flex, flex, flex on em

I get designer, I count commas

These nigga be bitches, they so drama

They think with emotions and shit

Bitch Ima model, pretty like Lana

Cool like a breeze, hot like a sauna

Diamonds on me

I promise my young niggas steppin on anything, that can get in my way

Gotta new bitch from the bay, wait

We can play russian roulette

I spend my money on drugs, you spend your money to flex

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