[Intro]
Ayy, Chris, bruh
This one of those songs you gotta just bust on (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
You know how them niggas back in the day, they used to be like, "Left, right, left" (Let's go)
If we get in a shootout, I'ma beat that 'K like a Russian (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
(Got it on Smash)
Like, "Left, right, left, take your breath"
I said, "G-Money just bought a pound of the pressure, we've been smokin' exotic product"
My shit—my shit make all them sounds (Woo)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Bitch)
Fuck a adlib
[Chorus]
I got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)
Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)
Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt; Woo)
White police look at me crooked, uh (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at that IG bitch crooked (Why?)
Why? All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes
You getting jewelry taken (Uh-huh)
You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken (Uh-uh)
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1]
My money make me a giant, uh, hit it like fee-fi-fo, yeah (Let's go)
If I go broke, I'ma take his dough, rob him for his dough, yeah (His dough)
These niggas asking me where I come from, I come from the city where it's colder (Ah, ah, ah, ah; Let's go)
Always gotta look over your shoulder
Never know when someone wanna smoke ya (Grrah)
Man down, look (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who is the man now? (Oh yeah)
Can't wait till the drugs touch down (Oh yeah)
Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round (Oh yeah)
Chris Long saying he puttin' them down
Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lying-ass nigga)
And when that lean around, Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)
I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour-it (Uh)
Catch a body, and I won't even know it (Uh)
I make a song off the purple, I'm focused (Uh-huh)
Make an album, shit it out, hocus-pocus (Oh yeah)
Catch him lackin', I'ma shoot in the open (Grrah)
Like a cigarette, lil' bitch, I'ma smoke him (Grrah)
L-O-L, all of these niggas be jokin'
They may just make me kill them, if they keep provokin' (Let's-let's-let's go)
[Chorus]
I got the 'K like a Russian (Okay; Oh yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Okay; Oh yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left right)
Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah; Left, right, left, right, left, right, left right)
Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Okay)
White police look at me crooked (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why (That's right)
Look at that IG bitch crooked (Why?)
Why? All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes
You getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)
You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken (Left, right)
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 2]
March on the beat like a motherfuckin' sergeant (Left, right, left, right)
That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron (Left, right, left, right)
Moncler on the moon boots, I'm not from this planet (Left, right, left, right)
I promise to God, I'm a motherfuckin' martian (Left, right, left, right; Okay)
Call me Juice WRLD the Martian, I'm Marvin the Martian (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous
Dropped the Death Race for Love, it sold so much the first week (Uh, oh, oh, oh)
That shit going harder than granite and marble is
It may just go Platinum on niggas that haven't gone Gold in a minute
These niggas been slippin'
Pussy remind me of pussy niggas (Uh, uh, uh)
I kill pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smith &'s (Grrah)
I don't got time for these rookie niggas (Uh-uh)
Yeah, I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner (Uh, uh-uh)
I used to smoke purp', but that shit got old (Uh, uh)
Now, I smoke Gelato, Biscotti, I'm pimpin' (Uh, uh)
Oh yeah (Haha; They ain't really rappers, oh)
Huh, that nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him
These niggas really ain't rappers, they don't got no rhythm (Uh, uh)
They hide behind 808s and all the synths (Uh)
I'm your father, Darth Vader, red beam, I'm the Sith (Uh)
Heard your lil' bitch got herpes, don't think that I'm kiddin' (Eugh)
Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck in a minute? (Eugh)
Tried to give it to me, bitch, I'm taken, you trippin'? (Bitch, eugh)
[Chorus]
I got the 'K like a Russian (Oh yeah; Okay)
Quarterback sack, bitch, I'm rushin' (Oh yeah; Okay)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
I'm at your head like concussion (Oh yeah)
Uh, she give me head like concussion (Oh yeah)
Love when she suck with her tongue, then she put it in her throat like a motherfuckin' cushion (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
White police look at me crooked (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at that IG bitch crooked (Why?)
Why? All these bitches be ugly, them beady-ass eyes (All them bitches ugly)
You getting jewelry taken (Uh-uh)
You claim that you totin', how come you ain't let that bitch fly? (Pussy-ass nigga)
I never get jewelry taken (Nah)
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about trying (Grrah, grrah, grrah; In the face)
[Outro]
I don't even gotta shoot
My bitch'll shoot you in the face (G-Got it on Smash)
Then, she shoot your bitch in the face
Then, we shoot your bitch in the face
Then, we may go out for a date
After shootin' you in the face, ha
