Hahaha, okay HARGO production Whoosh Gang Bubu Baby, calm down, don't act like that Kiss her forehead and grab that back And she gets gassed when she does man's plaits Man a badman, don't take no chat Splash a boy's chest, watch his eye roll back Ain't got ten bags but you chat 'bout trap On my left wrist that's nineteen bags On my right wrist that's a next quick eight Been Taze so she know me already She's stripped down and ask if I'm ready She wan' badman up in her wah? She wan' badman up in her belly Bro-bro-bro balance the ting steady Dodge po-po, pallance the whip lefty They pulled up and had to do wah? They pulled up and had to do leggy My cousin came home, he bussed case I'm in the kitchen cooking up a crate I got .38 in this Glock if any boy think he got hate If I hit him with this uhh, send a pussy nigga ass space I checked the plug three, four times but this time me, my niggas black tape Gun Lean in her belly She said, "Russ, I want you, I'm ready" She got badman up in her head On her bed, she spreaded her legs Condom on, protect my third leg No cuffing, I'm Russ and not Feds In love with the bread, put ten on your head Put ten on your head Wicked and bad, man skid it and crash Man talk light but they see me then dash Hinges off, brother give me that cash Stand your ground, are you silly? You're mad Can't G check this zesser, never Back my wap, all wet up Heat up a nigga, that's shellers I won't entertain no deaders Go get the ski, go get the diggy I'm in the trap, I live with the nitty I'm in the trap with an ounce and a glizzy The plug come again with [?] Go get the tag, hell of respect Shot off my hip Clean feel, just like a pitcher Fuck out the Feds, jump in my picture That gyal bad 'nuff and she look good Bum, flick, slide on my hood No relationship, she want good wood Sex your bae 'cause I could On ImJustBait commenting bare wass Live in the flesh, your bro left his hat Don't see them unless we attack Cali bud, smoke a whole load of pack Man came 'round and tried to do (Woo) Eight man stuffed in a five door (Car) Could've been a Ramb, dot-dot or (Star) All of them dead, me and them can't (Talk) Love drunk heart when she touched this fur Buss my mout' when I buss it, brrr Don't brag that cah I got that first Back that wap when a back get burst She wanna weighin' way to the rock She want a plane, she want a jet Yewww I got away, all they got was a snack I got the taste, taste some respect Fuckin' with me, you'll end up dead I got the drop, it was in the text I hit the kitchen, I'm making a mess Baby, calm down, don't act like that Fumez The Engineer