Lyrics RUSSIAN - Stunna 4 Vegas

I'm smokin' West Coast Cure in a Russian (gas)
And I'm on a beat by Russian (uh-huh)
Bitch, I got my K's from Russia (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Keep fuck niggas far away, I cannot trust them (fuck)

She diggin' my rhymes, you a buster
I fuck her and dip, but you lay up and love her
You hittin' that ho 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 Youngin
He play tough, but won't do it, ain't did nothin'
No attempts, my lil' hittas wan' rip somethin'

I might spend three racks on a 'fit, fuck it (cash)
Whole 30 in my clip, thuggin' (I'm thuggin')
Ayy, I want change for nothin'
You gon' fall for anything if you don't stand for something
What is smoke? Nobody got answers for it (on gang)
I work for it, it wasn't handed to me (on gang)
You wanting no smoke, when you ran into me
Nigga know he would've got his ass handed to him

I'm mashin' the gas, my tank full of fuel
He gon' step on me, must be April Fools' (huh)
You-you ain't gangsta 'cause you dropped out of school
I graduated, still break the rules

And I'm still that nigga, I'm richer than all my opps
You get turned to a plate if I make 'em cool (on Blood)
I had a Glock on me, I have an A in school
I will not go back and forth, I'ma play it cool

Don't let Instagram get you distracted (pussy)
Lil' nigga, I'm tryna clap you (uh)
I ain't tryna do no rap battle
I'm tryna leave your ass stiff like a statue (fa-fa-fa)

I'm smokin' West Coast Cure in a Russian (gas)
And I'm on a beat by Russian (by Russian)
Bitch, I got my K's from Russia (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Keep fuck niggas far away, I cannot trust them (fuck)

She diggin' my rhymes, you a buster
I fuck her and dip, but you lay up and love her
You hittin' that ho with no rubber (ho)
She just give me head, we don't lay under covers (uh, uh, let's go)