“You Playing Russian Roulette Im Playing Run Up A Check Lyrics” sung by Finese 2Tymes represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Goin’ Straight In by Finese 2Tymes.
You Playing Russian Roulette Im Playing Run Up A Check Lyrics
[Intro]
Memphis Track Boy, let’s go
[Verse 1]
Tell me you came with the chopper, aim it at the n__ga collar
Tell me you came with some models, f__k a celebrity’s daughter
Mixing the Act’ with the slushy, baby mama’s favorite buffer
I pull up all of a sudden, American, I got the Russian
You playing Russian Roulette, I’m playing run up a check
Whoever thought I was next, social media a mess
K. Michelle, tryna wife her, shootin’ up with the scope on a rifle
White Louis V. on the buckle, I’m the Louis V. messiah
She like the Louis V. piece, I like the Louis V. sneakers
I got the boy in the ether, she make you sweat like the preacher
She talking s__t like I need her, she f__king me like she need me
Kush and a drink in the evening, color purple like cellie
[Interlude]
Ayy, Clay, ayy, Clay
Keep all that in there, keep all that in there, aight?
I’m talkin’ ’bout, “Keep all that s__t, man”
I’m finna come back in, I’ma come a little different this time, though, you feel me?
Alright, damn, I’m comin’, Clay, ayy, ayy, hey
[Verse 2]
I’m riding in a rental car
The strap in the lap and the kush in the pickle jar
The Draco up under me, and all of these players around me, they under me
That Hustle & Flow money, I got out and came up off the ho money
You know that’s for sure money, I’m still a street n__ga, cop an O from me
I’m smoking jet fuel just make your next move, be your best move
You know I stay P’d up, pull up in fifteen hundred dollar dress shoes, you know that they watching
You know that they listening, but they ain’t sayin’ s__t
And if them n__gas wanna kill me, my n__ga, then why the f__k is I ain’t dead yet?
Shoot for gold when it comes to the street, I’m the king when I come to the east
I’m the prince when it comes to the city, I’m up next for a multimillion
P__sy n__ga tryna blemish my image, give it to him, back to back, make him feel it
And when I see you out and trappin’, my n__gas, speak to a n__ga, better not be in your feelings
I’m what they waiting on, we run the city, the f__k the debating on?
The n__gas didn’t f__k with me, I got out and came up, now they face long
I link up with Moneybagg, like I need a hitter, I’m going straight in
You know I’m a big player, I feel like Joe Fraiser at the weigh in
I’m smokin’ only the greatest, I’m a patient serving patients
I think they feel intimidated, I think it’s time for demolition
Been in and out of jail all my life, so I done got a little impatient
These n__gas, they talkin’ ’bout, “Wait your turn, f__k you mean? N__ga finna take it
[Outro]
N__ga finna take it, ayy, let me get that
Yeah, finesse, two times
Boom
Memphis Track Boy, let’s go
Video Song
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