Key Glock – Russian Cream



[Intro]
I got big rocks jumpin’ out my brand new Patek watch
Ice ice baby, uh-huh, I got a whole lot
Niggas you’s a nobody, you ain’t got no bodies
These niggas they know ’bout it, these niggas know ’bout me

[Chorus]
Step up on the scene
Diamonds bling, these hoes scream
Checkerboard Louie V
I’m so fresh and so clean clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans
Slap them thirties in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing
Then go smoke a Russian cream

[Verse 1]
I got money blue and green
Drop them racks on double G’s
Yeah, I’m a Gucci fiend
Feel like Tarzan, all these trees
I get so high I can’t breathe
Like LeBron, bitch I’m a king
But I never leave my heat
Yeah, what the fuck you mean
Hop in and hear the exhaust
Hit the gas, watch me get lost
Tell that bitch keep on her drawers, yeah
Yeah, ’cause you know I want them jaws, yeah
No you can’t text or can’t call, no
I got a bitch at the house, yeah
Give that ho straight to my dawg, yeah
Dunk that ho like basketball, uh
You know I’m all ’bout my figures
Young nigga gettin’ them digits
Young niggas goin’ gorilla
I heard you be talkin’ that peeler
Boy you know you not no killer
My chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds is ill, make you shiver
This codeine is eatin’ my liver
Uh, duh, I drink mud, yuh, pourin’ just because
On my rose I spent a dub, yuh, shinin’ like a bug
Buy that shit, don’t give a fuck
Yeah this hustlin’ in my blood
My heart cold, can’t show no love
Yeah my grandma raised a thug
Yeah I bought them racks out
Everything I cashed out
Left the lot, I smashed out
Come get your boss and cash out
Get high ’til I pass out
From the back, she pass out
Pull her tracks, she tap out
Big Glock make her spazz out

[Chorus]
Step up on the scene
Diamonds bling, these hoes scream
Checkerboard Louie V
I’m so fresh and so clean clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans
Slap them thirties in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing
Then go smoke a Russian cream



Westside Gunn – Pissy Work (Hitler On Steroids Album)



[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo Peace lord I heard you back on the block
[?] had the hammer he was up in the spot
I had your red bottoms walking on eggshells you got it
Six car garage all exotic
Four bad hoes all exotic
White stripes on the Off-White galoshes
Just Don shorts Supersonics
Get the one fives and tens let’s go shopping
Vera Wang famous
On a yacht speed racing
Chasing Ninos lifestyle bitches and cars
I’m a get richer give it all to my son
Each one teach one
Stay away from fuck niggas
And take care of your moms

[Verse 2: Benny]

[?] Off the chill
Buses chartered off the hill
That’s why daughters often tell
Stories how their fathers fail
They pulled me over
Riding dirty boof the work toss the L
Twelve called for backup and the dogs
When he caught the smell
I’m cut from a different cloth
It ain’t hard to tell
And then real niggas feel it
Like I wrote in all in Braille
Big Glock when that shit pop
It can park a whale
When my shit drop its gon’ be soundin’ like The Carter 12
Plan is to stuff the safe and then fade out quick
And get rich with the same ones
You states down with
Loyalty and trust is words we don’t play round with
If you swing then we gon’ slide on some playground shit
And niggas be dead broke trying to act like they up
How they just got in the game trying to act like they us
When my whole team was up trying to act like you broke
And want attention from those bitches
Or heat from them folks nah
It was never handed to me
Grinding was mandatory
I don’t got no game it’s just
These bitches understand my story
Speaking for people every time they put those cameras on me
Learned it from the game nah my momma never planned this for me
Pretty soon you gotta pick a side
Commit a crime get confined kill one of us and only get a fine
You hear this and probably get the vibe
Of 98 Kiss and Styles Reasonable Doubt Hov It Was Written Nas
These new niggas got too much fabrication
Not enough truth and too much imagination
I guess that’s where the game is now
I had to face it but I changed for the better
My nigga old habits breaking
You will never eat with a team full of dead weight
We don’t trust bitches or believe niggas handshakes
Fiends in the staircase bricks wrapped in red tape
Don’t know what’s coming first Jack boys or a Feds case
I stayed focus chain smoking kept my head straight
Whippin’ deuces for the Franck Muller with the fair ahhhhh….