Nostalgia Russ Millions (Ft. Buni, Oboy (KuKu) & RA)

[Verse 1: Russ Millions]
I wanna take a bad b Cancun
Sweet one, pretty gyall, up gyal like Julie
Live, I got a fat stick in the room (Bap)
Slow down girl, I'm not a regular dude (Tek time)
Smoke ganja, I'm not suckin' balloons (Nah)
You're my darg, so I look out for you (My one)
Broski BRoy ain't patterned to shoot (Bullet)
Action on sight, man stab up a yute (Ching him up)
Shotgun, long sweep, pop with the broom (Baow)
When you see Skeng Unit, gun man salute
Problem child, them back on my youth
And I still got a pagan boy in my zoot
This year we got more waps than drip (Uh-huh)
New man bag, make the hand ting fit (Uh-huh)
This car enter, we take that trip
I don't go taper, and I ain't been limbed (Shattai)

[Verse 2: RA]
We don't stick to the rap bar, stuck in the trap
Even though it made me rich
Need more racks, I need more cats (Facts)
So I'm doing ten toes in the strip
Like, nah, don't lack on my rams or flicks
I love my life, so I swing that shit (Yup)
Need more waps, and we need more links
If you ain't got that, then 'llow the ting ('llow it)
It's a fact that, I aim this wap, right your snapback
It's a fact that, I swift spliff your chest, try chicken and tap back (Tap that)
It's a fact that, that we all just speak facts, and them man them rap cap
It's a fact that, if it weren't something for music, I'd be stuck in the trap-trap