Letra C4 - Russ
Yeah
I cut the ??? muthafuckas get reckless
I'm at the dinner table you ain't make it past the breakfast
I'm next bitch, everything I drop is infectious
Next is a couple platinum plaques and a neckless
Tremendous how I walk into a room and leave you breathless
Maybe not you but your girl is tryin to mess with
Everything I talk about
I let her in and taught her how
To pick up on the signs
To the M's in my Slaughterhouse
I got it now and you can't fuc*** handle it
Lights low candles lit ready to dismantle it
She channelin her inner Jenna Jameson
And shes got the swag that these bitches gettin famous in
Only thing I chase is gin mix it with some tonic
In the city of the brave bumpin dre
Blowin chronic nothin left to say
But f*** you to the comics
And I'm comin with a plate
And my beats are bubonic
Bitch!
I'm back just smoked a blunt, uh
The one to turn a nun to a Nikki Nova
She got that super soaker
Tell her go and bend it over
I walk in I ball out
When I leave they all down
Big dog and I beat the pu*** to a coma
Drill it like Oklahoma
Fill it like a ???
[Verse 3: Bugus]