Song Lyrics

Uh, uh, 4X

I'm smoking West Coast Cure in a Russian
And I'm on a beat by Rvssian
Bitch I got my K's from Russia
Keep f*ck niggas far away I cannot trust em
She digging my rhymes you a busta
I f*ck her and dip but you lay up and love her
You hittin' that hoe with no rubber
She just give me head we don't lay under covers

She fell in love with big Stunna
She want a piece of the rich yougnin'
He play tough but won't do and ain't did nothin'
No attempts my little hittas wanna rip somethin'
I might spend three racks on a fit f*ck it
Whole thirty in my clip thuggin'
Aye I won't change for nothin'
You gone fall for anything if you don't stand for something
Where the smoke nobody got answers for me
I work for it wasn't handed to me
It wasn't no smoke when you ran into me
Nigga know he woulda got his ass handed to em
I'm matching the gas my tank full a fuel
He gone step on me must be April fools
You ain't gangsta cause you dropped outta school
I graduated still break the rules
And I'm still that nigga I'm richer than all my ops
He can turn to a plate if I make him food
I had a Glock on me I ain't have A in school
I will not go back and forth I'ma play it cool
Don't let Instagram get you distracted
Lil' nigga I'ma tryna clap you
I ain't tryna do no rap battles
I'm tryna leave yo ass stiff like a statue

I'm smoking West Coast Cure in a Russian
And I'm on a beat by Rvssian
Bitch I got my Ks from Russia
Keep f*ck niggas far away I cannot trust em
She digging my rhymes you a busta
I f*ck her and dip but you lay up and love her
You hittin' that hoe with no rubber
She just give me head we don't lay under covers

Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Nicolas Zita, Tarik Johnston