"NY TO RUSSIA" lyrics
Mm, okay
(Trench money)
Yo', DJ Codeine, pour me up
Nigga
I'm tired of these niggas actin' like they more experienced
He braggin' 'bout a couple hundred thou', you can't be serious (Haha)
Thinkin' 'bout these M's so much, I fuck 'round scrape my rims (You laughin')
Not thinkin' 'bout the police, do 130 in the Benz (Nyoom)
It's time to go to L.A. and serve these packs up for my fans
I'm not a problem child, why you never understand (Nope)
I once did tell my mama, but she never listenin' (Of course)
I once did tell my B.M., but she never listenin' (Of course)
I once did tell my homie, but they never listenin' (Why would they?)
I got the play for everyone, they must not want to win
My mama said, "You had two kids, not married, that's a sin" (Okay)
That's why you gotta live the way that you gon' have to live (That's facts)
I told my new bitch, "Bae, let's get this bread, let's stack these bricks" (Okay)
Okay, just pour me up
I'm took a couple Percs, I'm tryna chill, not tryna (What else?)
Y'all fuckin' with niggas rappin' 'bout shit that they never touched, ignorin' us (Facts)
Huh, y'all not listenin' (You'd rather listen to pretend?)
I was pourin' pints at 16, you was only 10 (Nigga)
Nigga, why the fuck you yappin'?
I've been in the kitchen ten years, I always make shit happen (They thought it was a game)
Oh, that's why (Go)
It must be hard when it get jumpin'
Saran trap, runnin' out, I need another (Oh, you need more?)
Saran trap, runnin' out, I need another roll (I got you)
Was smart as fuck in school, I always made the honor roll (Heard)
You niggas can't make beats, why I got DJ Codeine for
You see, Duma from South Africa
You see, codeinewar from Russia
From San Diego to South Africa, nigga
From New York to Russia, nigga
We global
They need to learn how to listen
(Trench money)
Yo', DJ Codeine, pour me up
Nigga
I'm tired of these niggas actin' like they more experienced
He braggin' 'bout a couple hundred thou', you can't be serious (Haha)
Thinkin' 'bout these M's so much, I fuck 'round scrape my rims (You laughin')
Not thinkin' 'bout the police, do 130 in the Benz (Nyoom)
It's time to go to L.A. and serve these packs up for my fans
I'm not a problem child, why you never understand (Nope)
I once did tell my mama, but she never listenin' (Of course)
I once did tell my B.M., but she never listenin' (Of course)
I once did tell my homie, but they never listenin' (Why would they?)
I got the play for everyone, they must not want to win
My mama said, "You had two kids, not married, that's a sin" (Okay)
That's why you gotta live the way that you gon' have to live (That's facts)
I told my new bitch, "Bae, let's get this bread, let's stack these bricks" (Okay)
Okay, just pour me up
I'm took a couple Percs, I'm tryna chill, not tryna (What else?)
Y'all fuckin' with niggas rappin' 'bout shit that they never touched, ignorin' us (Facts)
Huh, y'all not listenin' (You'd rather listen to pretend?)
I was pourin' pints at 16, you was only 10 (Nigga)
Nigga, why the fuck you yappin'?
I've been in the kitchen ten years, I always make shit happen (They thought it was a game)
Oh, that's why (Go)
It must be hard when it get jumpin'
Saran trap, runnin' out, I need another (Oh, you need more?)
Saran trap, runnin' out, I need another roll (I got you)
Was smart as fuck in school, I always made the honor roll (Heard)
You niggas can't make beats, why I got DJ Codeine for
You see, Duma from South Africa
You see, codeinewar from Russia
From San Diego to South Africa, nigga
From New York to Russia, nigga
We global
They need to learn how to listen
