Who Wants What Russ (Ft. Ab-Soul)

[Intro: Russ]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Russ]
I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you diss and you get hit, that's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man
Your favorite singer at my crib, it's big, it's Ariana Grand'
Sayin' "Sorry" in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans
Rockin' Marni, this ain't Barneys, I'm a star, the Hardees man
Army van instead of lookin' for a Bentley to cop
'Cause as of late, being a rapper is the deadliest job
Why you think I got like six guns around the crib? Just pick one
5'6", but with a stick, I swear like I feel like 6'1"
But let me chill, death is not a joke, this ain't Wendy Will'
'Cause this Henny still got mе wired like Henry Hill
Vеry ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long
I out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl's favorite song
Who fuckin' with me? I feel like Shaq on the Magic
I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky, Hakeem
Plaques in countries I ain't seen, I am a money machine
Your girl like Gumby how she bends over, fuck me, it seems
That I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's why every show I do looks like a fuckin' Floyd fight
You're annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you
You didn't feed your wolves, so now they 'bout to take you for food
Shit, lot of people love to talk, from the stands, I ain't hearin' it
My J's ain't dirty, this is sand from the pyramids
Dave Mirra shit, with the bars, I'm a legend
Jennifer wouldn't fuck me, had to garner attention, yeah
Am I ungrateful or ambitious? Or maybe I'm both
I'm cuttin' off my crazy bitches or maybe I won't
It's inspirin', but tirin' too
I'm 'bout to fly her in, but I would never buy her a coupe
I don't reply to her nudes, off the wine I get rude
Hired McLaren, but then I had to fire the roof
All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce buckets
God talks to me, I'm Will Smith, I'm all ears running
I love it, devised a plan and then I worked the strategy
Took a lot of swings to hit, this ain't the first at bat for me
Heard you mad at me, I irk you casually, what hurts you actually
Is I'm a fuckin' boss, I gave my circle salaries
This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merged mentalities
Y'all got herd anatomy, I got merch in factories
Shippin' out global, multi-million dollar mogul
Lately, I been bumpin' Roddy Ricch and feelin' antisocial, I been vocal (Uh)
Givin' gems, but I'm a Libra, so I'm givin' opals
My circle gettin' tighter now, I swear this shit's a oval
My mind is mobile, it's omnipresent
I wrote a book of my beliefs that people follow, gotta call me legend
Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me
Shit, ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me
One more time, fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me
Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me, c'mon