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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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