Russian lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Huh
Nah
It's Gucci
It's Guwop, n*gga
Ziggy
Zaytoven
Go

[Verse 1]
You n*ggas know how much I made on I-20
Your baby daddy broke, I bury him in all twenties (Damn)
I had mad when I was up going like nine cubits
You know Gucci had that sh*t for six-fifty (No)
In 1995, I ain't have a pretty penny (Damn)
2005 man, I had that n*gga ugly milli (Wow)
The most hated in the game, n*gga, ask 50
I went broke, I ain't have nothin' but one-sixty (Damn)
Sometimes I do a show, they say they wanna shop with me (Okay)
So when I think about it I wish I had a truck with me (Truck)
I might just call a n*gga bluff and see if he f*ck with me
My star status n*ggas can't get enough muggie (Woah)

[Chorus]
My own status can't touch me
Nah, you can't touch me
Got a hundred n*gga rush
Hundred n*gga rush
Not to rush 'em all with me
Rush 'em all with me
Dare a n*gga f*cking touch me
I dare a n*gga touch me
Got a hundred Russian n*gga
And they say the wanna rush up
Drinking Vodka with a Russian b*tch
She know I wanna f*ck her
Thought I'd never sell dope again
Never sell dope again
Whippin' dope
I'm whippin' dope and now the junkers rushing in
[Verse 2]
Have been 'round my city with a hundred in my pope bag (Woah)
Half a pound of cash with the b*tch 'cause she too bad (Damn)
Rush into the room getting head in the drop head (Drop)
She ate the little left and told me it come with a price tag (Well, damn)
Rich, I ain’t wealthy, just a n*gga with a big bag (It's Gucci)
If you ain't work for million dollars, I don't wanna chit chat (Shh)
Your baby mama eat a n*gga di*k like a Kit-Kat
Kidnap a n*gga b*tch, slap her, get the chip back
If you kill that n*gga for me, I'll make you a rich man
Kick spice on my kicks like I can't find a falcon
Before I got in the game, I was selling cherry girl (Damn)
Put her in a taxi, put her number in the trash can (Wop)

[Chorus]
My own status can't touch me
Nah, you can't touch me
Got a hundred n*gga rush
Hundred n*gga rush
Not to rush 'em all with me
Rush 'em all with me
Dare a n*gga f*cking touch me
I dare a n*gga touch me
Got a hundred Russian n*gga
And they say the wanna rush up
Drinking Vodka with a Russian b*tch
She know I wanna f*ck her
Thought I'd never sell dope again
Never sell dope again
Whippin' dope
I'm whippin' dope and now the junkers rushing in