Lyrics K Like a Russian - rufflws , Lythx
Ay,
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
"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
yo'
breath")
I
say,
"Money
just
bought
a
pound
of
the
pressure,
we've
been
smokin'
exotic
product"
(Bitch)
(My
shit
make
all
them
sounds
(Woo),
fuck
you
talkin'
'bout
(Bitch),
fuck
your
adlibs)
I
grip
the
K
like
a
Russian
(Okay,
yeah)
Quarterback
sack,
bitch,
I'm
rushing
(Okay,
yeah)
Count
up
the
cash
in
American,
English,
Spanish,
Chinese
and
Russian
(Oh,
yeah)
I'm
at
yo'
head
like
concussion
(Oh-yeah)
She
give
me
head
like
concussion
(Oh-yeah)
Love
when
she
suck
with
her
tongue
and
she
put
it
in
her
throat
like
a
mo'fuckin'
cushion
(Slatt,
slatt,
slatt,
slatt,
oh-woo)
White
police
look
at
me
crooked?
(Why?)
I'm
a
young
nigga
gettin'
that
money,
that's
why
Look
at
they
eyes
just
be
crooked
(Why?)
All
these
bitches
be
ugly,
them
beady-ass
eyes
You
gettin'
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
tryin'
My
money
make
me
a
giant,
oh
I
hit
'em
like
Fee-Fi-Fo,
yeah
(Let's
go)
If
I
go
broke,
I'ma
take
his
dough,
rob
him
for
his
dough,
yeah
(Let's
go)
These
niggas
asking
me
where
I
come
from
I
come
from
the
city
where
it's
colder
(Let's
go)
Always
gotta
look
over
your
shoulder
(Uh)
Never
know
when
someone
wanna
smoke
ya
(Grrah)
Man
down,
look,
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
lyin'
saying
he
puttin'
them
down
Know
he
pop
Percs
every
time
they
around
(Lyin'
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
up
(Uh)
Catch
a
body
and
I
won't
even
know
it
(Uh)
I
make
a
song
off
the
purple,
I'm
focused
Make
an
album,
shit
it
out,
hocus-pocus
(Oh-yeah)
Catch
him
lackin',
I'ma
shoot
in
the
open
(Grrah)
Like
a
cigarillo,
bitch
I'ma
smoke
him
(Grrah)
L-O-L,
all
of
these
niggas
be
jokin'
They
may
just
make
me
kill
them,
they
keep
provokin'
(Let's-Let's-Let's
go)
I
grip
the
K
like
a
Russian
(Okay,
yeah)
Quarterback
sack,
bitch,
I'm
rushing
(Okay,
yeah)
Count
up
the
cash
in
American,
English,
Spanish,
Chinese
and
Russian
(Oh
yeah)
I'm
at
yo'
head
like
concussion
(Oh-yeah)
She
give
me
head
like
concussion
(Oh-yeah)
Love
when
she
suck
with
her
tongue
and
she
put
it
in
her
throat
like
a
mo'fuckin'
cushion
White
police
look
at
me
crooked?
(Why?)
I'm
a
young
nigga
gettin'
that
money,
that's
why
(That's
right)
Look
at
they
eyes
just
be
crooked
(Why?)
All
these
bitches
be
ugly,
them
beady-ass
eyes
You
gettin'
jewelry
taken
You
claim
that
you
totin',
how
come
you
ain't
let
that
bitch
fly?
I
never
get
jewelry
taken
My
bitch'll
shoot
you
in
the
face
if
you
think
about
tryin'
March
on
the
beat
like
a
mo'fuckin'
sergeant
That
.40
on
me,
shoot
like
I'm
from
the
squadron
Moncler
on
the
moon
boots,
I'm
not
from
this
planet
I
promise
to
God,
I'm
a
mo'fuckin'
martian
Call
me
Juice
WRLD
the
martian,
I'm
Marvin
the
Martian
I'm
super
like
Marvel,
my
drip
is
so
marvelous
Dropped
the
Death
Race
For
Love,
it
sold
so
much
the
first
week
That
shit
goin'
harder
than
granite
and
marbles
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,
I
kill
pussy
with
dick,
pussy
niggas
with
Smith
&'s
I
don't
got
time
for
these
rookie
niggas,
yeah,
I
know
I'm
a
rookie,
far
from
a
beginner
I
used
to
smoke
purp'
but
that
shit
got
old,
now
I
smoke
Gelato,
Biscotti,
I'm
pissin',
oh,
yeah
(They
ain't
really
rappers,
uh)
Huh,
that
nigga
trippin',
gon'
and
get
rid
of
him
These
niggas
really
ain't
rappers
(Uh),
they
don't
got
no
rhythm,
they
hide
behind
808s
and
all
the
synths
I'm
yo'
father,
Darth
Vader,
red
beam,
I'm
the
Sith
Heard
yo'
lil'
bitch
got
herpes,
don't
think
that
I'm
kiddin'
Why
you
think
she
ain't
fuck
you
or
suck
you
in
a
minute?
Tried
to
give
it
to
me,
bitch,
I'm
taken,
you
trippin'
I
grip
the
K
like
a
Russian
(Okay,
yeah)
Quarterback
sack,
bitch,
I'm
rushing
(Okay,
yeah)
Count
up
the
cash
in
American,
English,
Spanish,
Chinese
and
Russian
(Oh,
yeah)
I'm
at
yo'
head
like
concussion
She
give
me
head
like
concussion
Love
when
she
suck
with
her
tongue
and
she
put
it
in
her
throat
like
a
mo'fuckin'
cushion
White
police
look
at
me
crooked?
(Why?)
I'm
a
young
nigga
gettin'
that
money,
that's
why
Look
at
they
eyes
just
be
crooked
(Why?)
All
these
bitches
be
ugly,
them
beady-ass
eyes
You
gettin'
jewelry
taken
You
claim
that
you
totin',
how
come
you
ain't
let
that
bitch
fly?
I
never
get
jewelry
taken
My
bitch'll
shoot
you
in
the
face
if
you
think
about
tryin'
I
don't
even
gotta
shoot
My
bitch'll
shoot
you
in
the
face
(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
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