Russian Cream

Aye, I need some mo' Russians

I got big rocks jumpin' out my brand new Patek Watch

Ice ice baby, uh-huh, I got a whole lot

Nigga you's a nobody, you ain't got no bodies

These niggas they know 'bout it, these niggas know 'bout me

Step up on the scene

Diamonds bling, these hoes scream

Checkerboard, Louis V

I'm so fresh and so clean clean

Stuff them bands in my jeans

Slap them 30s in them things

Pull the trigger, let it sing

Then go smoke a Russian cream

I got money, blue and green

Drop them racks on double G's

Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend

Feel like Tarzan, all these trees

I get so high I can't breathe

Like LeBron, bitch I'm a king

But I never leave my heat

Yeah, what the fuck you mean

Hop in and hear the exhaust

Hit the gas, watch me get lost

Tell that bitch keep on her drawers, yeah

Yeah, 'cause you know I want them jaws, yeah

No you can't text or can't call, no

I got a bitch at the house, yeah

Give that ho straight to my dawg, yeah

Dunk that ho like basketball, uh

You know I'm all 'bout my figures

Young nigga gettin' them digits

Young niggas goin' gorilla

I heard you be talkin' that peeler

Boy you know you not no killer

My chopper eat niggas for dinner

My diamonds is ill, make you shiver

This codeine is eatin' my liver

Uh, duh, I drink mud, yuh, pourin' just because

On my rose I spent a dub, yuh, shinin' like a bug

Buy that shit, don't give a fuck

Yeah this hustlin' in my blood

My heart cold, can't show no love

Yeah my grandma raised a thug

Yeah I bought them racks out

Everything I cashed out

Left the lot, I smashed out

Come get your boss and cash out

Get high 'til I pass out

From the back, she pass out

Pull her tracks, she tap out