Russian Cream
Cash mixed wit my henny
Nose runny like Whitney
Choppa hungry choppa busy
Leather on me wit the fendi
Cross faded when I light up a spliffy
Hand tight wit a grip I'm keepin a clip
10 For 10 heater never gon miss
New glock let that muhfucka hit
Let that muhfucka hit let that muhfucka hit
Rib cage bleedin I was fiendin
Never spent on a hoe and I mean it
Bullets comin ready they go speedin
Blew out the tracks his hairline recedin
7 Rings Robert horry
Shootin back to back to back to back no warning
Came in wit pack loud roaring
Puffin cookie from the night to the morning
Culture surfer let that bitch ride a wave
40 Poppin from the dash no debate
Ran wit a wallet hit a stain
Green on my neck and my wrist stayin paid
Dog sniffin brought the hounds sent up a round
Lbs on my pounds
Closed casket no face lay it down
Didn't fuck wit em then I don't fuck wit em now
New guap new check I ran up a bag
No location turned a hoe off the map
Russian cream pourin yak
Thick long clip at the end of the mag
Pearl diamonds shine clean, gas in my jeans
Hangin wit drug addicts Charlie Sheen
Cup full of dirty NyQuil wit some lean
Worn vans and Supreme
Bodybags turn a cop to a witness
6 Feet exin out on my hit list
Tropicana rellos wit the citrus
Mob ties wit Capone doin business
Roll wit a bag this gas got me bussin
Blue cheese in the duffy these hunnids
AR-15 always clutchin
Muhfuckas stay cappin these muhfuckas frontin
Nose runny like Whitney
Choppa hungry choppa busy
Leather on me wit the fendi
Cross faded when I light up a spliffy
Hand tight wit a grip I'm keepin a clip
10 For 10 heater never gon miss
New glock let that muhfucka hit
Let that muhfucka hit let that muhfucka hit
Rib cage bleedin I was fiendin
Never spent on a hoe and I mean it
Bullets comin ready they go speedin
Blew out the tracks his hairline recedin
7 Rings Robert horry
Shootin back to back to back to back no warning
Came in wit pack loud roaring
Puffin cookie from the night to the morning
Culture surfer let that bitch ride a wave
40 Poppin from the dash no debate
Ran wit a wallet hit a stain
Green on my neck and my wrist stayin paid
Dog sniffin brought the hounds sent up a round
Lbs on my pounds
Closed casket no face lay it down
Didn't fuck wit em then I don't fuck wit em now
New guap new check I ran up a bag
No location turned a hoe off the map
Russian cream pourin yak
Thick long clip at the end of the mag
Pearl diamonds shine clean, gas in my jeans
Hangin wit drug addicts Charlie Sheen
Cup full of dirty NyQuil wit some lean
Worn vans and Supreme
Bodybags turn a cop to a witness
6 Feet exin out on my hit list
Tropicana rellos wit the citrus
Mob ties wit Capone doin business
Roll wit a bag this gas got me bussin
Blue cheese in the duffy these hunnids
AR-15 always clutchin
Muhfuckas stay cappin these muhfuckas frontin
Credits
Writer(s): Chet Blakey
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