BabyTron - Russian Roulette Lyrics

Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
What's the deal, Meech?
Hey, hey, shit, fuck, damn, fuck, ayy
Whew, Russian roulette, ayy, Russian roulette, ayy
Russian roulette, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, look, ayy

Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
If you can't show my bitch a ticket, you get left on read
Tryna add me up? Gon' probably have you feeling special ed'

Thirty days, no drank, the monkey on my back
Dreaming 'bout robbing a bank like, put the money in the bag
You won't hear him crack a joke, ain't got no money in his pants
I guess that life done hit him hard, was always funny back in class
You don't get paid to laugh
They asking for the recipe? Shit, it was made from scratch
They asking for the recipe, shit, I'll bake a batch
Wocky man was finna walk out, wait, I need an eight of that, I need an eight of that

Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
If you can't show my bitch a ticket, you get left on read
Tryna add me up? Gon' probably have you feeling special ed'

Tryna run it up like this? I hope you got some extra legs
Told the bitch to suck it like her friend, she need an extra head
Having nightmares that he got to see me, made him wet the bed
Shoutout to my favorite opp, he somewhere up in Heaven dead
All that illegal shit you posting, yeah, I bet the feds impressed
Ever since Facebook, I ain't accept a friend request
Ever since middle school, could stack it up and spend a check
Let me hear that

Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
If you can't show my bitch a ticket, you get left on read
Tryna add me up? Gon' probably have you feeling special ed'

Magic man, I be like, "Voila"
Do this, do that, and be like ta-da
It don't take nada, wrap him like an enchilada
Slide through in an Impala, then I switch back to the Honda, we hot as lava
Mini-Draco, but this bitch causing big ruckus
Fundamental every move I make, bitch, I'm Him Duncan
Got yo' bitch stuffing, told her that that trip coming
In the field like a linebacker, bet I hit some', mm (Meech)

Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
Russian roulette, spin the barrel, point it at yo' head
It's either click and you straight or-, you dead