From Russia

The draco here, came from Russia Shoot at the block now they runnin' Geeked up smokin' on pressure The opps say that they pressin' We know they ain't pressin', I'm pressin' Glock on me, hell nah I can't wrestle Hop on the beat and I'm doing it better Hop on the beat and I'm doing it better Seven hundred for a damn Moncler sweater Wanna be trigger happy? Got Glocks and Berettas You know they make new season clothes Boy you not special Broke ass nigga wearing old season F*ck around let that Glock hit him Let the boy take some shots with 'em I know you don't think you winning The K just came in with me And the Wraith just came in with me Oh you wanna strap, like lets get busy I keep a couple racks on me Yeah I keep a couple racks with me Yeah, uh, uh, I keep a couple racks with me A few bad bitches came with me Sippin' codeine in the city Hol' on, try to take some you gon' die Aye, why would you try? Put yo dumb ass in the sky Draco, bullet just hit him in eye Ain't no way that he survive I'm in the D with some killas, lil' nigga Off Percs, you know we stay high Drac' it came in from Russia My nigga ready to slide The draco here, came from Russia Shoot at the block now they runnin' Geeked up smokin' on pressure The opps say that they pressin' We know they ain't pressin', I'm pressin' Glock on me, hell nah I can't wrestle Hop on the beat and I'm doing it better