Who is Bill Russell
RXK Nephew
GENRE
I got that stick with me - Bitch don’t play with me
Glock gon stay with me – Lately they hatin’ me
Do what I want and that’s why they mad
Hardly ever I get out my bag
I don’t wanna talk bout none of that bull
Wanna be down, he wanna be cool
I’m Tommy Pickle(s) with the tool
Glick in yo face, play it cool
My momma was tellin me “don’t catch a felony”
They tried to dead me, they tried to bury me
Made up story like Hook Sandy
Glick on hip and it comin’ in handy
Bitch got box braids like Brandy
Bitch my kool-aid, frame look like candy
Bitch you too aggressive, you actin manly
Get the fuck out my yard Im the trap house Stanley
The haters keep gossipin – Glock in my boxers
No I’m not boxin him – Shoot the shit outta him
Why do they bother him? – They ain't have no father nem’
Pull up to the trap it look like it’s Gotham
Dumb bitch wanna argue all day
Off 8 beans like I’m throwin raves
Pull up like you ordered me – Auntie keep callin’ me
Lil bitch got Henny on her ovaries
YUH
Up the Glock *pew pew*
Tre Eight size of a Shih Tzu
Backyard squabble rest in peace Kimbo
Hot as a fuck, fresh as fuck with timbo’s
Clip on the Glock bitch long as limo
I don’t want a Dutch ima roll this fronto
*onomatopoeia* Neph in the street like a pothole
I’m hungry all I had was nachos
Pull up to your trap like you ordered me
It can't be like this, not how it’s s‘posed to be
I’m beefin with everybody, who close to me?
Grandma said angels watchin over me
This a Cuban not a rosary
Bein nosy? Get hit!
We pullin (?) cash with hit sticks
Walk in the trap look like a poltergeist
He know he gon’ die cause his life ain't right
The opps mad cause they ain't right
Weave, duck, hit em with a right
RXK no Iron Mike
Walk in that bitch like Iron Mike
Thick ass bitch that’s the kind I like
You don’t wanna die tonight – Over your pride tonight
Load up the glick – Bitch we gon slide tonight
I got fifties, I got twenties
Bitch wan get lit and do lines tonight
I’m really tryna get used to the limelight
Wanna see M’s for the dotted line
Im not interested in dotted lines
Glick make ya head look like a dotted line
I don’t have an interest – More swag than Pintrest
Trap Planet Fitness – Put me in Guinness
They said Im a menace – I ran with the sentence
They say Im corrupted they say Im relentless
(?) go see a dentist
Pointin that stick like a muhfuckin wizard
Only got food stamp we gon go eat some gizzard’s
Ima trap out a blizzard in the trap for the Winter
Ima fuck up my liver – Ima be own killa
If you reach for my chain ima kill that nigga
Loudest nigga in the room, can't hear that nigga
If you know The Rock, Im like ten of them niggas
*onomatopoeia* hit ten of them niggas
*pew pew pew* hit four of them niggas
Uh-uh ion know them niggas
(?) my shoulders nigga
Glock gon stay with me – Lately they hatin’ me
Do what I want and that’s why they mad
Hardly ever I get out my bag
I don’t wanna talk bout none of that bull
Wanna be down, he wanna be cool
I’m Tommy Pickle(s) with the tool
Glick in yo face, play it cool
My momma was tellin me “don’t catch a felony”
They tried to dead me, they tried to bury me
Made up story like Hook Sandy
Glick on hip and it comin’ in handy
Bitch got box braids like Brandy
Bitch my kool-aid, frame look like candy
Bitch you too aggressive, you actin manly
Get the fuck out my yard Im the trap house Stanley
The haters keep gossipin – Glock in my boxers
No I’m not boxin him – Shoot the shit outta him
Why do they bother him? – They ain't have no father nem’
Pull up to the trap it look like it’s Gotham
Dumb bitch wanna argue all day
Off 8 beans like I’m throwin raves
Pull up like you ordered me – Auntie keep callin’ me
Lil bitch got Henny on her ovaries
YUH
Up the Glock *pew pew*
Tre Eight size of a Shih Tzu
Backyard squabble rest in peace Kimbo
Hot as a fuck, fresh as fuck with timbo’s
Clip on the Glock bitch long as limo
I don’t want a Dutch ima roll this fronto
*onomatopoeia* Neph in the street like a pothole
I’m hungry all I had was nachos
Pull up to your trap like you ordered me
It can't be like this, not how it’s s‘posed to be
I’m beefin with everybody, who close to me?
Grandma said angels watchin over me
This a Cuban not a rosary
Bein nosy? Get hit!
We pullin (?) cash with hit sticks
Walk in the trap look like a poltergeist
He know he gon’ die cause his life ain't right
The opps mad cause they ain't right
Weave, duck, hit em with a right
RXK no Iron Mike
Walk in that bitch like Iron Mike
Thick ass bitch that’s the kind I like
You don’t wanna die tonight – Over your pride tonight
Load up the glick – Bitch we gon slide tonight
I got fifties, I got twenties
Bitch wan get lit and do lines tonight
I’m really tryna get used to the limelight
Wanna see M’s for the dotted line
Im not interested in dotted lines
Glick make ya head look like a dotted line
I don’t have an interest – More swag than Pintrest
Trap Planet Fitness – Put me in Guinness
They said Im a menace – I ran with the sentence
They say Im corrupted they say Im relentless
(?) go see a dentist
Pointin that stick like a muhfuckin wizard
Only got food stamp we gon go eat some gizzard’s
Ima trap out a blizzard in the trap for the Winter
Ima fuck up my liver – Ima be own killa
If you reach for my chain ima kill that nigga
Loudest nigga in the room, can't hear that nigga
If you know The Rock, Im like ten of them niggas
*onomatopoeia* hit ten of them niggas
*pew pew pew* hit four of them niggas
Uh-uh ion know them niggas
(?) my shoulders nigga
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