Russian Roullete (Tried Not To Do It)

I Woke up with my dick hard this morning
Got bricks on my mind is she ain't counting I don't want it
My wrist talking risk if she ain't sliding she ain't rolling
Got what these other niggas want but yet they got the big persona
I tried not to do it flint stone but screw it
This is Russian roulette with a K so fluent
7, 7.62 yo way make a movie Ricky
Leave yo momma and yo brother feeling ruined Haha

With the pain in me grew it
The hatred and the putrid is the substance called fluid
One flick of a lighter I'm on fire shining through it
OG where I stand you want to fight me let's do it
Period and my punches come wit P's
I'm serious my hook would leave you sleep
Or wake you up cause when I'm swinging in sequence the other swing
Bat signal Big Drip pull up and grapple lean
Flip you up a stick I up a stick he up a stick
South central mail truck got a problem what's this
Say hello, say ello to my motherfucking friend
Anytime you think you drop I'm suicidal Iran
I.E.Ds blowing you up wherever you sleep or where you stand
I improvise then explode detonation starts the win
Got them demons in my circle I'm the master call me Jin
Hellhound or hellcats purre fire burn yo chin haha

Woke up with my dick hard this morning
Got bricks on my mind is she ain't counting I don't want it
My wrist taking risk if she ain't riding she ain't rolling
Got what these other niggas want but yet they got the big persona
I tried not to do it flint stone but screw it
This is Russian roulette with a K so fluent
7, 7.62 yo way make a movie Ricky
Leave yo momma and yo brother feeling ruined

It's too much hating when there's too much paper
Energize energetic I'm mudding no slating
Monstrous big wheel hot wheels I'm playing
Something childish I joke they get what I'm saying
Errrrrrnnnngg went right over the head of the imbeciles
I won't switch it just so you get it cutting intervals
Deadpool I'm tired of this place fucking cynical
Murder everything and every race man y'all ain't hearing em
G.Dot I make the heat drop make yo feet bop
I stop engines street sweeper hit the sweet spot
Gutta talk Spicey with my moves make yo street talk
Catch you in the early coming home from yo cheek spot
Boy you thought you sliding but I'm on to you
Hop up out yo bushes lil dude get to mowing you
Slick talking talk that slick talk I'll have a crip walk
All six points through yo ass demon slick boss

I woke up with my dick hard this morning
Got bricks on my mind is she ain't counting I don't want it
My wrist taking risk if she ain't riding she ain't rolling
Got what these other niggas want but yet they got the big persona
I tried not to do it flint stone but screw it
This is Russian roulette with a K so fluent
7, 7.62 yo way make a movie Ricky
leave yo momma and yo brother feeling ruined



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Writer(s): Rojohn Webster
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