OMG - Russ Millions, LD

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

Don’t fidget 'cause you might get hit

Big digits in my bank, oh shit

Can’t stop this, got hit after hit

Buss-buss down watch, take a look at my wrist

Bird get lif' up, tummy get dig up ridin' this

Bouncin' like Tigger

Ridin' out, fingers on triggers

Don’t need niggas, just need more figures

Man-man can’t talk about Russ, madman

Don’t you know skengs get buss?

Bang-bang

In Central with the dargies, Gangland

March on your block like an army

Chatterbox, way too talky

Minimum 8 racks if I’m in parties

Russ got dick for your auntie

Bad-badgyal movin' all naughty

This one’s way too big, I can’t hide it in Amiri jeans

If I crash this wap, I can bet 10 bags that I clear the scene

Everyone’s gone, make everyone leave

Hold this arm, she’s taking this D

If somethin' gets dropped, carry on this beef

Come fuck with a 'tug 'cause your man is a neek

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

Six figures, rich drillers

We ain’t goin' out like dem man

Up in the charts like I’m up in the A

And I still run from the fed van

Bad B’s here while the sixty’s kweng man

Now they wanna step with a skengman

18 K’s, AP’s and Rollies

Brodie, all of them love when my dreads hang

All of them know who we are

Do it no-face like Sia

No I ain’t talkin' public relations when that boy step with the PR

And I don’t trust no Keisha or Becky

I’m coolin' with brown-skin, Aaliyah

And she don’t get amnesia when I tell her, «Hold this shisha»

Gun lean but nuttin' like Russ

Load it, lif' it and buss

Still take it there, still slide back through

Still doin' In Skengs We Trust

Two of dem boys turn packs

Mixed them spliffs with cookies and runtz

Sweet one talkin' 'bout «bae» but she know a man don’t like cuffs

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

She thinks I’m cute, she said I’m lit

Too many birds, which one do I pick?

O-M-G, that bird is fit

Explicit, wanna squeeze her tits

Hypnotised when she use those hips

Mind how you use those lips

Foreign cars, only buss down whips

When I’m in public, fans ask for a pic

Big racks, big waps, all o' dat

Call me the Godfather, I’ll pull up you know

Hella years deep in this (Mhmm)

Sixty