Russian Cream

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, I need some more Russians Yeah, a five-pack [Verse 1: Key Glock & Lil Juice] I got big rocks jumpin' out my brand new Patek watch Ice ice baby, uh-huh, I got a whole lot (Yeah) Nigga, you's a nobody (Nobody), you ain't got no bodies (No bodies) These niggas they know 'bout it (Glock), these niggas know 'bout me (Big Glock, fah) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) [Chorus] Step up on the scene, diamonds bling, these hoes scream Checkerboard Louis V (Louis), I'm so fresh and so clean clean Stuff them bands in my jeans (Rackades), slap them thirties in them things Pull the trigger, let it sing, then go smoke a Russian cream [Verse 2] I got money blue and green (Racks), 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? (Fah), hop in and hear the exhaust (Skrrt), 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 pillow 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 (Skrrt), 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, big Glock make her spazz out [Chorus] 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 thirties in them things Pull the trigger, let it sing, then go smoke a Russian cream