Russian Roulette Lyrics

I got five poles

Sittin' in the cut that's 5PF

Can get you dropped with your gun

Call that shit Russian roulette

Can spin yo' block and hit niggas

But I don't pop no X

She tryna link, she tryna slide

But baby, I ain't tryna text

When I be fuckin'

I be chokin' on her neck, Ron Artest

My brother called me from the county

Shit I guess that call collect

Is you a king or a queen

You a pawn, go play chess

That nigga think he got a feature

But his vocals ain't compressed

Man, I be with my demon deacons

Off the wake, we pour an eight

We smokin' flowers from the forest

So we gotta meditate

They wanna be me so bad

But they can never replicate

She wanna see me so bad

But I'll never let her taste

I grab my FN and put the scope on

This bitch a scantron

You ain't never hit a block

Why you lyin'? Your name Antoine

Oh boy, guess he a killer, call em' Cam'Ron

I know some niggas in the Chi

But I ain't never touched a Lamron

I be steppin' in the field

And I ain't never touched a land mine

Nigga callin' for a bird, nigga

Hit me on the landline

That nigga hit me too late

I guess that nigga missed a deadline

He tryna sell that lil' Glock

That bitch dead stock

Oh, he be hangin' with opps

Get that nigga head popped

Man, that chop Japanese

It'll lift a nigga dreadlocks

He supposed to be in the league

But I guess he be shootin' now

He get them oranges down south

Shit I guess it's the Hooter route

I got five poles

Sittin' in the cut that's 5PF

Can get you dropped with your gun

Call that shit Russian roulette

Can spin yo' block and hit niggas

But I don't pop no X

She tryna link, she tryna slide

But baby, I ain't tryna text