Russian Roulette

I got five poles
Sittin' in the cut that's 5PF
Can get you dropped with your gun
Call that shit Russian roulette
Can spin yo' block and hit niggas
But I don't pop no X
She tryna link, she tryna slide
But baby, I ain't tryna text

When I be fuckin'
I be chokin' on her neck, Ron Artest
My brother called me from the county
Shit I guess that call collect
Is you a king or a queen
You a pawn, go play chess
That nigga think he got a feature
But his vocals ain't compressed
Man, I be with my demon deacons
Off the wake, we pour an eight
We smokin' flowers from the forest
So we gotta meditate
They wanna be me so bad
But they can never replicate
She wanna see me so bad
But I'll never let her taste
I grab my FN and put the scope on
This bitch a scantron
You ain't never hit a block
Why you lyin'? Your name Antoine
Oh boy, guess he a killer, call em' Cam'Ron
I know some niggas in the Chi
But I ain't never touched a Lamron
I be steppin' in the field
And I ain't never touched a land mine
Nigga callin' for a bird, nigga
Hit me on the landline
That nigga hit me too late
I guess that nigga missed a deadline
He tryna sell that lil' Glock
That bitch dead stock
Oh, he be hangin' with opps
Get that nigga head popped
Man, that chop Japanese
It'll lift a nigga dreadlocks
He supposed to be in the league
But I guess he be shootin' now
He get them oranges down south
Shit I guess it's the Hooter route

I got five poles
Sittin' in the cut that's 5PF
Can get you dropped with your gun
Call that shit Russian roulette
Can spin yo' block and hit niggas
But I don't pop no X
She tryna link, she tryna slide
But baby, I ain't tryna text