Lil Baby | Russian Roulette Lyrics

Lil Baby | Russian Roulette Lyrics

Know my grandma happy finally got my shit together

Told bro, “We’ll take the town if we just stick together”

Every time bro catch a bid, we do that shit together

I know he got two phones but I still sent the letter

‘Cause I know how that feel

Don’t compare me to no other rapper

I feel like my shit real

Fronting bows and fucking niggas’ hoes before I got a deal

It’s love fasho but you done broke the code, I don’t know how to feel

And I ain’t told nobody “No” for real since I got a mil’

I’m tied in

Another bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friends

Mama told me that water was cold, I still had dived in

Never let a nigga take me out, it’s beef, we dine in

My dog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find it

I was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knob

Remixing my county boy for a profit, now a nigga run the charts

I don’t need yo’ comment, nah

This the shit that I live for

At least five niggas that would kill for me

A hundred racks for my kid lawyer, it ain’t my fault she don’t got morals

I got rich off my life story, I left the streets in a patty wagon

I came back and got right to it

Never question my loyalty, if it’s that deep, then don’t do it

Seem to go my hardest when I’m going through it

Through with that, said I’m done but then I doubled back

Are you dumb? You the one and I’m because of that

Firearm always on me, I be clutching that

Know I’m wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette

All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike

Shootouts every other week, we had that

Bitches every other night, I’m past that

I’ma always play my part, give a fuck ’bout no awards and shit

I still ain’t dropped my hardest shit

I’m tryna get on some artist shit

My mind still in the apartments

My accountant say I need to slow it down

All these Dior garments

Close my eyes and think about where I come from when I’m performing

I’m on top of every dime, I check my balance every morning

I’m relaxing with a bad one, they be asking can they join us?

And my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointers

And the Maybachs back-to-back, on the south side, it was me and Wunna

I’m putting on for my people ‘nem, say the wrong words, we deleting him

No doubt about it, they believe in him, I won’t let ’em down, I promise

I really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomach

On the same shit that I been on, I ain’t never switching my formula

I remember they made fun of me, can’t beef with nobody under me

These lil’ niggas should honor me, I’m way up on them, honestly

Four buildings in the last month, I’m boosting up my economy

Four million, that was this week, but which one of y’all wanna come for me?

Through with that, said I’m done but then I doubled back

Are you dumb? You the one and I’m because of that

Firearm always on me, I be clutching that

Know I’m wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette

All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike

Shootouts every other week, we had that

Bitches every other night, I’m past that

I’ma always play my part, give a fuck ’bout no awards and shit


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