[Intro: OG Buda & DJ ASHANTI]
It's the zombie apocalypse, take a machine gun and fuck the zombies
Eh, hard to read (ayo1kruste; a-ah!)
It's hard to read-- I got my fucking teeth done today
They're white today, yesterday they were fucking yellow
Verse 1: OG Buda]
(Hey) Can't stop smiling
I smoke a hard zaza when recording, you know it's authentic to the genre
"Woof, woof,woof" I just fucked you up, I'm a dog
I'm really gonna drop FREERIO 3, heh, make 'em happy. (Hey)
FREERIO is a classic, like the white force
I want ANIKV. I like her body shapе. (Moo-ah)
When I'm in the studio, you don't have a voicе
At thirty I'm doing like Lazer Dim(Wha'?), where's the serious music?
Baby's fucked up about my age
She didn't like me right away, she didn't like me right away
I slept with her mom, I'm her stepdad
White smoked with me once, he was really tired
It comes out so easy, bitch, I'm so happy, I write on easy inspiration
I won't be accepted, I got a prescription for this shit from the medics
I have bipolar disorder and hyperactivity and the syrup helps me slow down
I've heard MC getting fucked in the ass from eyewitnesses
Giving out swag - is a boon
Fucking famous bitches - is fame
I've lacked tenderness since I was a kid
Suck me, we'll be leaving soon
Thank God I look good too
So sexy that money fell in love with me
[Bridge: OG Buda]
Young Esenin, my rap is poetry
I'm rich, and I'm on a roll
I hit the guy in the face because he wrote a lot of unnecessary stuff
[Verse 2: OG Buda]
Dirty bitch with me like Sexy Red
“When are we gonna make a feat?" - Trippie Redd text to me
Before this demo, I recorded a boom-bap
I love it and hate Russian Rap
I'm a creative person, bitch, I'm a creator
I got punches, I ain't no fighter
I got bullets, I ain't no fighter
White couldn't buy back the beat, no money
I did everything for the whole team - I'm m0nesy
I've got killers, I can't beat the drizzle
I'm an artist, on the beat...
Ha, I'm an artist, I do murals on my bat
I'm a god to a lot of little ones, Lord
My swag is all over the game
I'm a hardcore accessory
High society, philosophers with me
[Bridge: OG Buda]
Rapper Igla, do you want me to give you money for your hair? [Ha-ha]
Hey, I heard about your shawty
You know I don't give a fuck, I can take it public
I gave five whores three blunts to smoke
Rappers fucked up, they're sniffing
Sorry, we're fucked up on mixtures
My opp in the past - stuck in the textures
How can you hear me on your headsets?
[Verse 3: OG Buda]
Just know I got three more albums to go
I fucked idol ba... ba…
Fucked the idol of youngsters in the toilet at Luzhniki
Killed them with a bow, I'm kind of an archer
Chris gave me a pint - the best
I ate her ass, it's like a bun
I can't be moved, white, I'm like Putin
Opp is squeezing his lines out, he's in agony
He's got the nickname Kalash, but he's a wuss
The way I rap, let him learn
Classic of the genre, like chicken and rice, ha