Russian Cream lyrics
by Paper Route Empire
[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
n*gga, you's a nobody, you ain't got no bodies
These n*ggas they know 'bout it, these n*ggas know 'bout me (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
[Chorus]
Step up on the scene
Diamonds bling, these hoes scream
Checkerboard Louie 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
[Verse 2]
I got money blue and green
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, b*tch, I'm a king
But I never leave my heat
Yeah, what the f*ck you mean?
Hop in and hear the exhaust
Hit the gas, watch me get lost
Tell that b*tch 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 b*tch 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 n*gga gettin' them digits
Young n*ggas goin' gorilla
I heard you be talkin' that pillow
Boy you know you not no killer
My chopper eat n*ggas 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 sh*t, don't give a f*ck
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
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 Louie 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