[Intro: OG Buda]
Okey (Dva-nol'-dva-dva)
Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c’mon, man
Nikhuya ne letit, blya
Ye (What the uezzy made?)
[Verse 1: OG Buda]
Malaya znayet ya v otnosheniyakh, govoryu yey: «Ne pishi mne» (Ne nado)
Kupil se gostraytera i ubil yego — ne pishi mne (Ha-ha-ha)
Tut omikron gulyayet, brat, smotri, ne dyshi mne (Ha-a)
Zhirnaya bashka, blya, budto shcha vshi na mne (Fu)
Nikhuya ne zazhilo, do sikh p—, a-a-a (A-a-a)
Blya, do sikh por shvy na mne (Damn)
Ya v svoyom prayme, suka, nu-ka davay syna mne (Rebonka)
Shcha ne devyatnadtsatyy, slysh', daun, ne spi na mne (Pr-f)
Ubil dolboyoba szadi (A)
Ye, ubil dolboyoba szadi, pokhuy yego spina mne
Ya dollarovyy millioner (Ye), pokhuy, Igla, mne
Grubyy niotkuda, no ona mila mne (Mila zdes')
[Interlude: OG Buda]
Nu tut neskol’ko variantov panchey bylo, vot Romchik prеdlozhil «Mila... zdes'». I eto pizdets okhuyеnno, no ya vso ravno ostavil «Mila mne». Let's get it. Dva-nol'-dva-nol', suka. Cho ty khochesh', blya?
[Verse 2: 163ONMYNECK]
Yo, yo, idi nakhuy, maloy (Ha?)
Ya tut tebya ne zhdal (Nah), suka eto Lyana-flou
Ya polozhu tebya na pol (Na pol), budto ya real'no s gor
Ot"yebu tebya nogoy (Yo), only shit what I talk
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm in this bitch shit talkin’ with my russian slime
I told him, "Bring me heat" he done brought me a russian nine
Just spent ten in the mall, I done bust a dime
Brodie tried to get me hipped to the scams, but i dont fuck with chime
I got hoes in Russia and I got ’em in Australia
I charged a way a brick on a tiff and fucked the scallie up
I came in, he was in my noodles, fucked my celly up
I can't work for nobody, I done fucked Debbie up
2021 scat, boy put that Chevy up
Gotta spit on the pussy twice, it ain’t wet enough
I got three cups and two phones and a beeper
The ho ain't moving fast enough, I gotta leave her
Got into a shoot out in circus and popped a lemur
Gotta execute the last nigga, we got a breather
My new gun, it got speech impediment
I really got the perfect Glock, I think that it's heaven sent
[Bridge: KrispyLife Kidd]
(Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man)
Aight, KrispyLife Bitch! (What the uezzy made?)
Sort of a motherfucking K, dumbass
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Damn, this lean taste odd as hell
My russian plug he can put bombs in mail
And my homie fell off, I think that his momma fine as hell
My nigga rappin’ too slow, I done found a snail
They had my homie locked for murder but I found a bail