Russ (feat. Countupfetti)

I ball like I'm Russ I hit your bitch Then I adjust You not my bitch So don't try to fuss Tsunami my wrist Just leave it on flood We count them racks We don't go to the club Nigga run up on me And this chopper gone buss He don't want him no beef He just faking the funk Not talking no chicken This bitch got a drum Just go head and run Stay with them killers Give more than mug I got your bitch She give more than a hug That pussy so wet Start to feel like a tub Oh you niggas wanna play They get step on like rugs One nine four two That's why her panties lose Say you got racks But ain't showing the proof I might bang on your bitch I'm just telling the truth I'm just telling the truth I might hop in the coupe I might f*ck on your bitch Pass her right to Ktwo Or I pass her to fetti I'm counting this fetti I swear she ain't ready Got sauce like spaghetti You know she let me do what I want to Off of these drugs Yea I'm high like the roof She give me brain I feel like I'm in school She new to you But to me she's old news Don't want that hoe Cos that pussy is through Come give me neck Come and neck the whole crew I got some money I feel like a Jew Think you gone take it Now don't be a fool F*ck on that bitch Like I got no fatigue Came in this bitch And I ball like the league I hit your bitch Man I feel like I'm creed Not talking plants But she swallow my seeds Just hit her adjust So much fun Man I feel like I'm thug You not big dog Lil nigga a cub When I come to the club Why your bitch show me love If the chopper on me Guaranteed it's gone bust That bitch said that she love me It ain't a bitch that I trust You think you tough We in your party Strat playing them games And we end it abrupt Just go head and run Stay with them killers Give more than mug I got your bitch She give more than a hug That pussy so wet Start to feel like a tub Oh you niggas wanna play They get step on like rugs One nine four two That's why her panties lose Say you got racks But ain't showing the proof I might bang on your bitch I'm just telling the truth I ball like I'm Russ I hit your bitch Then I adjust You not my bitch So don't try to fuss Tsunami my wrist Just leave it on flood We count them racks We don't go to the club Nigga run up on me And this chopper gone buss He don't want him no beef He just faking the funk Not talking no chicken This bitch got a drum Just go head and run Stay with them killers Give more than mug I got your bitch She give more than a hug That pussy so wet Start to feel like a tub Oh you niggas wanna play They get step on like rugs One nine four two That's why her panties lose Say you got racks But ain't showing the proof I might bang on your bitch I'm just telling the truth I'm just telling the truth I might hop in the coupe I might f*ck on your bitch Pass her right to Ktwo Or I pass her to fetti I'm counting this fetti I swear she ain't ready Got sauce like spaghetti