K Like A Russian Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Ay, Chris, bruh
This one of those songs you gotta just bust on (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You know how them niggas back in the day, they used to "Left, right, left" (Let's go)
If we get in a shootout, I'ma beat that K like a Russian (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
(Got it on Smash)
(Like, "Left, right, left, take yo' breath")
I say, "G-Money just bought a pound of the pressure, we've been smokin' exotic product" (Bitch)
(My shit make all them sounds (Woo), fuck you talkin' 'bout (Bitch), fuck your adlibs)

[Chorus]
I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh, yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion (Oh-yeah)
She give me head like concussion (Oh-yeah)
Love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, oh-woo)
White police look at me crooked? (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken (Uh-huh)
You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken (Uh-uh)
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'