Ain't no fuckin' janitor, my brodie got that mop
She just wanna ride, I tell lil' shorty, "Get on top"
Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cots
We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop
This is a Richvale Radio exclusive
World premiere
Richvale Radio (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Ayy
Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (hey)
Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (hey)
Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (ooh)
Apron, all my homies steady apin' (apin')
Bangin' on my chest
Where the camera? Baby, tape this (ayy)
She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred (sacred)
But she said that Russell finna break it
I got enemies everywhere that got jealousy issues (jealousy issues)
Heard you said some shit 'bout me, your homies better be with you (better be with you)
I don't pay like every dude, man, I'm already official
Shorty ass hella big, super heavy with dimples, ayy
Ain't no fuckin' janitor, my brodie got that mop
She just wanna ride, I tell lil' shorty, "Get on top"
Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cots
We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop)
Harlem shakin' on my block
I've been on the gettin', baby, I ain't gon' get got
L-M-F-A-O, laughing throwin' shot, shot, shot, shots
Russell coming live from the mother fuckin' dot
Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (hey)
Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (woo)
Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (hey)
Apron, all my homies steady apin'
Bangin' on my chest
Where the camera? Baby, tape this
She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred (sacred)
But she said that Russell finna break it
Look (Based God)
Ayy, shout out Russell, we finna cook up (swag)
Shoutout Daly City, man, you know I got the hookup
Shoutout San Fransico, we got the hookah
Shoutout my Filipino, my Cambodian brothers
Shoutout my sisters, I love ya
I know the Based God, I got bitches, but I don't fuck none (swag)
Actually, I might fuck some
Drop-top Bentley coupe, I swear, I got 'em rushin'
Like a Russian
You already know
Lil B for Based God, I swear I'm finna blow up
Fuck it, we blowin' up, goin' nuts
Shoutout G-Eazy, we just go dumb, ayy
Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (woo)
Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (hey)
Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (ayy)
Apron, all my homies steady apin' (ayy)
Bangin' on my chest
Where the camera? Baby, tape this (tape this)
She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred
(What she say?) but she said that Russell finna break it, ayy
Boy Lonely
Let that ride out (this is a Richvale Radio exclusive)
Russell fuckin' up them streets
Sher whippin' up them beats, hey