Russian K’s

Aye, LT, u kno wats goin on
We finna do it like this
Listen aye
We posted wit choppas and sticcs soon as I hop
Out the whip im gettin him gone
We do not play bout the clicc soon as I lift up the
Russian im sendin him home
Yea thats my brother for real nah we aint cuttin no
Deal He right or he wrong
Bet that im uppin the steal (FA FA)
I aint finna shoot below the dome
Niggas aint on wat im on bitch i been thuggin since i
Was a youngin
Bacc at the trap trynna get into somethin
Niccle and dimin a onion
Bet that my name good and I'm solid
How u sad and broke bruh u wildin
Get u a bag and get out yo feelings and learn to
Shut up and maneuver in silence
Bitch I been on my shit, this 32nd street crip
And I dnt gotta prove nothin they kno dat im wit the
Shit
Hit yo blocc, fade away, my cousin right up the way
Told me put the ruge away
Hes slidin wit russian kays nigga
(Rome dawg speaking russian)
Yea, like that, aye
Called up my migo like cutty wats craccin
I need me some action
I threw him the doe he threw me the paccage
Make it stretch like elastic
U niggas is washed up boi u plastic
U aint never been savage
Aint never been at it
Never got down and dirty when it mattered
All by my lonely hittin niggas up like tell me who want it
Point em out and im on it
Been catchin fades but imma throw bullets if that
Nigga reach for his stomach
If I dnt kill him he gon have a shit bag
Or be forever retarded
.45 playin peek a boo (I GOT EM)
Them niggas the easiest target
Bitch I put that onda set
Free da solid and kill da rest
And if u talkin down on me
Lil nigga say it wit yo chest
If u kno then u kno
That this shit aint watchu want
If its onda floor
Then im sweepin shit til im gone fucc nigga
Come on cuhz niggas know wat it is
Niggas aint fuccin wit me nigga onna set
LT da fat tongan I kno u heard that shit
Bitch!
(Rome Dawg) I have a little brother
His name is prusha
Sorry for my accent, its made in russia