Fully Russian lyrics
by Certified Trapper
[Part 1]
You stomped up on my motherf*ckin' shoes, I finna body bag you
You is not it, b*tch you waiting for somebody to tag you
Fully Russian K with a knife, I might just f*ckin stab you
When I'm on the mic I get to preaching like a f*cking pastor
Blow Zotti in this b*tch, thats them white ashes
Smack 50 in your sh*t, and how you leaking gasses?
In his home town, around runners, cuzzy can't cash it
Been looking for a b*tch, I can't see like I be needing glasses
Cartier woods on my face, thats eight rackets
Pulled up the latest f*ckin [?] and they're doing asses
All these old ass n*ggas talking sh*t, I'm just blowing past them
Ride round, 50 G's on me and I'm not capping
Bum ass n*gga, I just blew like 200 rackets
Rubber band G's, 'bout a 10, and you know I stash it
[Part 2]
Talking down on me, next moment di*k's sucked
I got all floaters diamonds in my teeth, you know my sh*t bussing
When a n*gga try to string me out, gotta put his ass up where it's coming
Only ten for a show, cause my glasses in here f*ckin bussing
Boutta beat her next n*gga, family out here tryna get some justice
b*tch buss it back and I hit it, you know I can't touch it
You ain't buss back, coulda died just because you f*cking bluffing
Yo b*tch that you beating on? You know she doing di*ks
Every test I was cheating on, I ain't new to this
n*gga got stretched with a beater on, so you cool with this?
Pop a n*gga in his back, turn a blood to a f*cking crip