​tango (russian) lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck you, 600)

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Call me "Guap Dinero", yeah
Two bad hoes on Melrose, yeah
He so b*tch, I smell those, yeah
Carry that ammo, yeah
Guy got punched like Rambo, yeah
Twin on point, he can't go, yeah
Sippin' on purple, Saints Row, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Fifty-one drums like Tango, yeah
Spin it right back like dreidel, yeah
She'll eat frank all day up, yeah
Just did all-white like mayo, yeah (Just did all-white like mayo)
Shooter gon' shoot when I say so
Shooter gon' shoot, he on payroll (Yeah)
Cut that ho off, she couldn't play her role
Soulja Boy, yeah, I got a big Draco
Send a n*gga up to the angels
Don't push up with yo' chain, we take those
Switch the code, couldn't name 'em
Punch a n*gga right in his sh*t like Draymond
Catch a n*gga right in his hood like Treyvon
And I got shooters in the A, like Trae Young
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Tell my young shooter knock yo face off
Hurt my slime, and this blick gon' AWOL
Thirty days, thirty nights, can go all day long
And my twin in the cut tryna take sum
I'm geeked up off X all day long
Takin' that ho, now I'm feelin' like Trey Songz
Up the score, my shooter on payroll
Hella racks and we gettin' that case closed
With the Draco, do a lil' tango
Hit twin like, "Where the drank go?"
Blow racks, walked in like a layup
Lil' 500 here and there
Yo' ho treat me like the mayor (Yeah)
Got-Got hella gas in the air (Yeah)
Got X, Perc's sitting in the lair (Let's go)
Got twenty hoes, life ain't fair (Nah)
Spilled lean on my kicks, new pair
Hella racks, so I really don't care (Bee)

[Verse 3: che]
Yeah, she gon' turn around, gon' buss it, buss it
I'ma bring in a musket, dust it
Why are your b*tches so dusty? Clutch it
Why are my n*ggas so clutchy? Yeah
Good Quagen, I don't sip Tussin
6AM, and it's still bussin'
This AMG is what I'm in
Yo' b*tch tryna make me her husband
Good za' in this b*tch, so musty (Yeah)
Lamb' truck, same color as some mustard (Yeah)
New Air Force One and they custom, custom
My mama don't like all that cussing (Yeah)
But I bet she gon' like that Cullinan (Yeah)
Said you want smoke with me, that's rubbish (Skrrt)
This b*tch got an ass, and I rub it, rub it
She don't got no ass, then I dump b*tch (Skrrt, yeah)
I don't even look at my comments (Skrrt), that sh*t don't even amount to nothing (Bop)
Doing donuts, b*tch, it ain't Dunkin' (Yeah)
Got more racks than the motherf*ckin' Taliban (Bop)
Yeah, spin back, boy, you must be a dumb b*tch
This ARP turn Russian (Hrr, hrr)