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