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Kankan

Russian Shit

 

Russian Shit

(album: RR - 2021)


(Damn skeeo, you too shiesty)
(Hahaha, skeeo, you crazy)
This a Redeye, broke ass nigga what you riding in?
Bad bitch wanna fuck and bring her best friend, yeah
Ha, yeah, bad bitch 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 riding in?
Popping bodies nigga, we don't do no texting
She wan' fuck the whole gang, told her bring her best friend
Know we step on shit lil' nigga, so stop that flexing
Off the Perc', it's not no Molly, I got Oxy in my body
Shoot that Draco, you can't stop it, full of drugs, you know we wyling
Nigga, who gone tell me stop it? Modded stick and it got bodies
Popping Xan's just like some Molly, just waiting for that bitch to try me

Talking crazy, bag on top his head
Bitch, I'm tripping, I forgot my meds
I forgot this shit, yeah, off the head
My bitch slimy, nigga, code red
And when I slide you know I keep a Drac'
Just '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 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 (Yeah)
In that Redeye, came through swerving
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 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, RR, nigga
Nigga, uh-huh, ha
Yeah

done

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