[Intro: Russ]
Take risks 'cause my stacks too long
Come 'round, get man bun
He got smashed, that’s another one
It’s like holding wounds is fun
[Verse 1]
Had to burn that bridge, 'cause the friendship weren’t healthy
Ain’t on shit, can't help me
Still got packs on pack, just bell me
Oh shit, Russ did it again
Ain’t on me, don’t listen to 'dem
Just 'cause Russ try dip up your friend
Dick your bae, man's rocking the bed
Mercedes, just free up the Benz
Screams out, "Russ, your ten out of ten"
Fist fight where man whip out a skeng
Russ and Taze, not Ryu and Ken
No action them boy just chat
No go zone you can ask Max
Dip 'dat chest, belly or back
Big brucka, try take off your hat
Said your buff
You would’ve got jeet but you chat too much
Pretty lightie and the back is nuts
Still deep stroke in your bitch, she cummed
When you see me, don’t talk just run
Come like holding wounds is fun
If I catch him on the lack, it’s done
Big brucka, fully loaded one
Anything opp in sight, get bun
Mum scream stop, that’s my son
Uh, B, sorry I’m gone
Chat smack, I’m doing you wrong
My blade is too long
My Hermes is strong it’s keeping this up
Could you Giuseppes?
You're fucked
Taze is quick so he’s keeping up
Take that K off my gang, you're nuts
How many man over there been touched?
Should of turned pack but the boy got luck
Should of turned pack but the boy got–
Short and peng the back is a Mazza
Run down who? Your brodi' got splash up
Big dot-dot chest, smoke your whole gaff up
Russ with the Russ ain’t ina' no passa
Still do things and stuff with that cling
Invest racks and various things
Dots, nine, six and that spin
M, slash that, with both of the twins
Dot-dot twin barrel and 'ting
Fuck sake, the firing pin
Oh, well this yute will get chinged
Man cuff the game with no ring
Take risks 'cause my stacks too long
Come 'round, get man bun
He got smashed, that’s another one
It’s like holding wounds is fun
[Verse 1]
Had to burn that bridge, 'cause the friendship weren’t healthy
Ain’t on shit, can't help me
Still got packs on pack, just bell me
Oh shit, Russ did it again
Ain’t on me, don’t listen to 'dem
Just 'cause Russ try dip up your friend
Dick your bae, man's rocking the bed
Mercedes, just free up the Benz
Screams out, "Russ, your ten out of ten"
Fist fight where man whip out a skeng
Russ and Taze, not Ryu and Ken
No action them boy just chat
No go zone you can ask Max
Dip 'dat chest, belly or back
Big brucka, try take off your hat
Said your buff
You would’ve got jeet but you chat too much
Pretty lightie and the back is nuts
Still deep stroke in your bitch, she cummed
When you see me, don’t talk just run
Come like holding wounds is fun
If I catch him on the lack, it’s done
Big brucka, fully loaded one
Anything opp in sight, get bun
Mum scream stop, that’s my son
Uh, B, sorry I’m gone
Chat smack, I’m doing you wrong
My blade is too long
My Hermes is strong it’s keeping this up
Could you Giuseppes?
You're fucked
Taze is quick so he’s keeping up
Take that K off my gang, you're nuts
How many man over there been touched?
Should of turned pack but the boy got luck
Should of turned pack but the boy got–
Short and peng the back is a Mazza
Run down who? Your brodi' got splash up
Big dot-dot chest, smoke your whole gaff up
Russ with the Russ ain’t ina' no passa
Still do things and stuff with that cling
Invest racks and various things
Dots, nine, six and that spin
M, slash that, with both of the twins
Dot-dot twin barrel and 'ting
Fuck sake, the firing pin
Oh, well this yute will get chinged
Man cuff the game with no ring
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