Ayy chris bruh
This one of those songs you gotta just bust on
You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to [?]
If we get in a shootout
I'ma keep that k like a russian
(Got it on smash)
Left right, left right
I say
Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure
We been smoking exotic body (bitch)
My shit make all them sounds, fuck you talkin' 'bout (fuck you talkin' 'bout)

I got the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'

My money make me a giant, oh
I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo
If I go broke I'ma take his dough
Rob him for his dough
These niggas asking me where I come from, I come from the city where its colder
Always gotta look over your shoulder
Never know when someone wanna smoke ya
Man down, look, who is the man now?
Can't wait till the drugs touch down
Me and lotti, max finna have a perc-go-round
Chris long say he puttin' them down, know he pop percs every time they around (lyin' ass nigga)
And when that lean around, lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)
I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour
Catch a body and I won't even know it
I make a song off the purple, I'm focused
Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus
Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open
Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him
L-o-l all of these niggas be jokin'
They may just make me kill them they keep on pokin'

I got the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'

K Like A Russian - Juice WRLD (w/ lyric)

She Don’t

Juice WRLD - I wonder whats wrong

Same Clothes

Watch yo step - juice wrld

d4vd - drink and drive (unreleased)

my name isn’t attached to this, rest well celeste.

[Intro]
You were one of my best friends, and um
There's a lot of alcohol in my system right now
If you could just ignore all of this message, because—
Because, I miss you so much

[Verse 1]
November 2016, I was selling at the high school
Nobody ever caught me, but I spoken too soon
In the back of a police car, I forgot whatever I knew
I ain't telling nothing, do the same if they ask you about

[Chorus]
How you make me feel
I get so high, I forget what's real

[Verse 2]
I've been looking through the junk mail, tryna see if I can find you
Baby said that she forgot me, huh, do I need to come rеmind you? Huh
Maybe we nevеr talked enough, or smoked enough, or maybe I don't like you, huh
Every time you ever did me wrong for way too long I stood beside you, what?

[Bridge]
'Cause it don't even make no sense
I tried to give you all my sense, I even started drinking less
But I'm still so messed up in the head
Maybe I should try to settle for less, maybe I should ask my mother what's best
I don't even like it when you getting undressed, even when we're home alone we don't ever have sex
I'm talking 'bout

[Chorus]
How you make me feel
I get so high, I forget what's real

[Outro]
I'm sorry, this is bullshit
How you make me feel
I get so high, I forget what's real
My mind is low, my body's heavy
I'm on the run, will you catch me?
I'm sorry that I'm crying right now, but I'm drunk, and um
I miss you

give and take.

Braxton