Dropout - RUSSIAN Lyrics

Bitch I'm back in blood
I know I am out for blood
I aint gon stop til the job be done
I know I got clips on my side with the goons; they dont run
Bitch poppin out with the clips yeah we cocked it
Bitch im like a dawn cabrio way i keep on run shit
You would think I got some f*ckin killers way they Russian
Sit down Simo just shoot him please!
In the stu with Ezekiel he get you off your feet
Yeah my God a killer he gon really show you how to breathe
Back in for revenge you would think i'm like Terry Mcginnis
F*ck with pops you know we opps I dont even wanna get in it
Put you in a grave watch you lie in it
Rollin with the motherf*ckers i'd die for them
Keep it bouta f*ckin stack the way we signin it
Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin
Holyyy yaeuh
I've been pullin bags bags bags and it's steppin
Knowin that I'm not wronggg
But we pull a new Ku Klux when we in it
We got bags on top bags bitch you runnin dont f*ck with us
We gon really put you down we gon really cut ya up
I got like a 30 on a rims the way we f*ck it up f*ck it up
Double up
Z just called me he gonna f*ck ya up
"SIMO:" Ah shit
I've been on flaw shit
I heard you had a bag but you lost it
Hasbulla on a wing
He finna cross it
I ball like Tyreek hill on the dolphins
You go to Collins Hills but I dont know you
Simo got hella dollar bills but he dont know you
Gettin these racks back to back but he dont know you
Claim you from the north so ima show you what that pole do
Bitch it's lil smeek
Im with lil Z
She touchin rubbin tryna f*ck me she a lil freak
Girl just get up on your knees
Know she want the birkin bees
She want church and kfc
Cuz she hella F-A-T
She give brain like S-A-T
Pull off in a SRT
We gon spark off with the rides if you tryna charge your meet
In the car with the Za bitch im movin with that weed
Bitch I smoke that THC
No they wanna be like me
Bitch I just hit the store with some dough in my pocket
Blast off on a hoe with my pole and a rocket
Know that shit fo sho
When lil Simo say he got it
No they do not like it
But they wanna be like it
Put you in a grave watch you lie in it
Rollin with the motherf*ckers i'd die for them
Keep it bouta f*ckin stack the way we signin it
Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin
Oh Yeah
Got a 40 in a patek
We gon really cut him up and show he aint have it
I done f*cked around to much
I dont really give a f*ck
Bought a glock at 16 i dont care i pull a handle up
Til a nigga meet death heaven
Closet f*ckin stacked nothing less then 7's
Bad bitch in my bed I know she wreaking havoc
She just givin out like bye Felicia I aint have it
I done really had it
YAEH
I been cold in fashion
I got high blood raising
Go grab my keys lets get racin
Yeah step inside roof get raising
Gotta go pull a semi automatic
Pull it from my pocket bust it watch that shit get tragic
Bouta stain his block and I just did it with an itch
Paint his shit like f*cking red like Leonardo Da Vinci
Rappin packin stackin did it all well
I know I just put it like louis and gucci time tell
Take a gun and wipe a bitches contour cus she not well
Perked up doing coke cus i just spent 10k on moncler not fair
Put you in a grave watch you lie in it
Rollin with the motherf*ckers i'd die for them
Keep it bouta f*ckin stack the way we signin it
Cut her open like a bitch C'sectionin