Top Songs By Rvssian
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Johnston
Composer
Nayvadius Wilburn
Lyrics
Donny Flores
Composer
Kevin Richard Thomas
Composer
Dominique' Jones
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rvssian
Producer
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Mixing Engineer
Ian Gagnon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Eckert
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, yo, Rvssian, you're a space cadet with this one (Aye, Rvssian)
[Verse 2]
I checked my bank account, it was negative
I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
I ain't fucking on a ho if she regular
I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
Shine in the dark, I'm holding my Rollies up
I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
They talking bad, they don't even know me though
I got this game, I got from the corner store
Gotta be in, it cannot be on you though
I used to serve for real like a Domino's
I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie toe
Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
They'll never understand all this lingo
I get them bricks in like a gringo
[Verse 3]
Ho hoppin', tote poppin', keep a **** main bitch throat poppin'
Keep the squirrels in the hood like I know papi
Chop em' down like I teach karate
My lil **** run up in there like robots
Trap bunkin', I got four spots
Automatic 12 gauge, that's a door stopper
Catch em' slipping, we gon' throw 'em out
If it's four of us, we got four choppas
If it's three of us, we got three choppas
Do you get the point, man? We keep choppas
We gon' fold em' up like some Reebox
Turn a Glock 40 to a beat box
When it's beef, I ain't hear a peep out you
If they kill me, they gon' creep 'bout ya
I'm a god in my hood, you can read 'bout it
I put shooters on payroll, I feed goblins
Every **** 'round me ain't gon' need nothing
Fly the homies in town, they gon' crease something
While I sit back and have me a threesome
Got these old head **** in they feelings
They gon' really be mad when I fuck they bitches
[Verse 4]
I checked my bank account, it was negative
I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
I ain't fucking on a ho if she regular
I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
Shine in the dark, I'm holding my Rollies up
I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
They talking bad, they don't even know me though
I got this game, I got from the corner store
Gotta be in, it cannot be on you though
I used to serve for real like a Domino's
I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie toe
Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
They will never understand all this lingo
I get them bricks in like a gringo
[Verse 5]
In the streets, Pluto bigger than Jigga, got racks to my ear, nah, I can't hear you
Come to the jeweler, it come to this moolah, you might as well call me Godzilla
I got these thotties and hotties, exotics, exotics got bodies on bodies, what's up?
Real, I'm a rockstar but way triller, I fucked on a pop star then hit a stripper
I rock Cavalli, man, fuck being modest, just looked at my arm, that's a new Maserati
I'm overseas on you lil bitty shrimps, somebody country and I'm higher than a blimp
I fucked a rapper bitch and had her starstruck, man, I damn near should've been pimp
I put her in them Tom Ford goggles, when she go down give a **** lip
I'm over-quoted, I'm worse than Ebola, Coco Chanel got them straight out the corner
Pitch black, see I'm lit up, baguetti, I slice a average like a machete
Flyer than a parachute, never forget it
You **** some hoes, don't ever forget it
[Verse 6]
I checked my bank account, it was negative
I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
I ain't fucking on a ho if she regular
I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
Shine in the dark, I'm holding my Rollies up
I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
They talking bad, they don't even know me though
I got this game, I got from the corner store
Gotta be in, it cannot be on you though
I used to serve for real like a Domino's
I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie toe
Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
They will never understand all this lingo
I get them bricks in like a gringo
[Verse 7]
You know how the **** coming 'bout Rvssian
Whole lotta free bandz, whole lotta money, you know what I'm saying?
Whole lotta shottas, don't play with them
Written by: Donny Flores, Future, Kevin Thomas, Lil Baby, Oswald Jose Rangel Paternina, Tarik Johnston