"RUSSIAN ROULETTE" lyrics
(12:09)
Yeah, my heart bad, but I still gave my heart to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain't no love in this shit, goddamn
I beat a opp like I'm federal, I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bank up like Fetty, my bitch on some trap queen shit, goddamn
Baby, I'm poppin' these seals, I'm running from shit that I feel, uh-huh
Brodie be a fool on them pills, he Russian Roulette-in', for real, uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill, I know he ain't ready to die, uh-huh
Go Kamikaze, for real, my youngin be losing his mind, uh-huh
They say I'm faking this shit for the thrill
I put my heart in this shit, for real
Killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
I got a heart that's full of guilt
They say, "It's lonely when you at the top," so I told my niggas like King of the Hill
Been in a dark-ass place so long, the truth be told, I'm losing my will
Fuck, baby, I'm losing my shit
She told me she got some love for me, yeah, I know that it's fake as a bitch
Told me that she got some drugs for me, and maybe, I'm taking 'em, lit
I'm living my life on the edge, I'm taking this shot, boy, you either make it or miss
Margiela, Rick Owen, Balenciaga
I think I need me a motherfuckin' doctor
I think I died, I'm a fuckin' swag popper
Had swag-onometry, boy, I'm a scholar
I'm from a place, only killers and robbers
I'm from a place, only scammers and trappers
I'm from a place with no dreams and bad habits
Nigga said he want the smoke, then get crackin'
Remember them days, boy, I stayed by my daddy
I get that coke, and I swear, I get cabbage
I'd give all of this up for my granny
Almost a year, like, "Damn, what happened?"
Hard to tell my bitch, I can't even love her
I fell out of love 'fore that shit didn't happen
I fell back in love with a bitch that be rappin'
And I did some shit that I wish that I hadn't
Yeah, my heart bad, but I still gave my heart to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain't no love in this shit, goddamn
I beat a opp like I'm federal, I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bank up like Fetty, my bitch on some trap queen shit, goddamn
Baby, I'm poppin' these seals, I'm running from shit that I feel, uh-huh
Brodie be a fool on them pills, he Russian Roulette-in', for real, uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill, I know he ain't ready to die, uh-huh
Go Kamikaze, for real, my youngin be losing his mind, uh-huh
Yeah, my heart bad, but I still gave my heart to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain't no love in this shit, goddamn
I beat a opp like I'm federal, I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bank up like Fetty, my bitch on some trap queen shit, goddamn
Baby, I'm poppin' these seals, I'm running from shit that I feel, uh-huh
Brodie be a fool on them pills, he Russian Roulette-in', for real, uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill, I know he ain't ready to die, uh-huh
Go Kamikaze, for real, my youngin be losing his mind, uh-huh
They say I'm faking this shit for the thrill
I put my heart in this shit, for real
Killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
I got a heart that's full of guilt
They say, "It's lonely when you at the top," so I told my niggas like King of the Hill
Been in a dark-ass place so long, the truth be told, I'm losing my will
Fuck, baby, I'm losing my shit
She told me she got some love for me, yeah, I know that it's fake as a bitch
Told me that she got some drugs for me, and maybe, I'm taking 'em, lit
I'm living my life on the edge, I'm taking this shot, boy, you either make it or miss
Margiela, Rick Owen, Balenciaga
I think I need me a motherfuckin' doctor
I think I died, I'm a fuckin' swag popper
Had swag-onometry, boy, I'm a scholar
I'm from a place, only killers and robbers
I'm from a place, only scammers and trappers
I'm from a place with no dreams and bad habits
Nigga said he want the smoke, then get crackin'
Remember them days, boy, I stayed by my daddy
I get that coke, and I swear, I get cabbage
I'd give all of this up for my granny
Almost a year, like, "Damn, what happened?"
Hard to tell my bitch, I can't even love her
I fell out of love 'fore that shit didn't happen
I fell back in love with a bitch that be rappin'
And I did some shit that I wish that I hadn't
Yeah, my heart bad, but I still gave my heart to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain't no love in this shit, goddamn
I beat a opp like I'm federal, I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bank up like Fetty, my bitch on some trap queen shit, goddamn
Baby, I'm poppin' these seals, I'm running from shit that I feel, uh-huh
Brodie be a fool on them pills, he Russian Roulette-in', for real, uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill, I know he ain't ready to die, uh-huh
Go Kamikaze, for real, my youngin be losing his mind, uh-huh
Writer(s): Keelan Cooper
