Lil Baby - Russian Roulette lyrics

Know my grandma happy
Finally got my shit together
Told bro we'll take the time
And we just stick together
Every time bro catch a bid
We do that shit together
I know he got two phones
But I still sent a letter
'Cause I know how that feel
Don't compare me to no other rapper
I feel like my shit real
Fronting bows and fucking niggas hoes
Before I got a deal
It's love for sure, but you
Done broke the code
I don't know how to feel
And I ain't told nobody no for
Real since I got a mill' i'm tied in
Another bloody summer in Atlanta
Done lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold
I still had dived in
Never let a nigga take me out, it's beef
We dine in dawg done lost his mind
I pray to God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot but I
Came back and I broke the knot
Remixing my country boy for a profit
Now a nigga run the charge
I don't need your comment, nah
This the shit that I live for
At least five niggas that'll kill for me
Hundred racks for my kid lawyer
It ain't my fault she don't got morals
I got rich, that's my life story
I left the streets in a paddywagon
I came back and got right to it
Never question my loyalty, if it's that deep
Then don't do it seem to go my hardest when
I'm going through it

Through with that
Said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one
And I'm the cause of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong
How the fuck we playing Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part
Give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit

I still ain't drop my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some other shit
My mind still in the 'partments
My accountant say I need to slow
It down with these Dior garments
Close my eyes and think about where
I come from when I'm performing
I'm on top of every dime
I check my balance every morning
I'm relaxing with a bad one, they be asking
Can they join us
And my left wrist on Crip, nigga
These bracelets sixty pointers
In the Maybachs back to
Back on the Southside, it was me and Wunna
I'm putting on for my people and them
Say the wrong words, we deleting him
No doubt about it, they believe in him
Won't let 'em down, I promise
I really cried when Marlo died
I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on
I ain't never switching my formula
I remember they made fun of me
Can't beef with nobody under me
These lil' niggas should honor me
I'm way up on 'em honestly
Four buildings in the last month
I'm boosting up my economy
Four million, that was this week
Which one of y'all wanna come for me? yeah

Through with that
Said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one
And I'm the cause of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong
How the fuck we playing Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part
Give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit