Russ - Bucket Hat Low lyrics

[Intro: Papoose] Papoose, Papoose [Verse 1: Papoose] My verses laced with Fentanyl Be dead in a second if you ingest it pure Heard they like yoga, that's good 'cause I'ma stretch 'em all Edgin' the next contestant, my presence possess profession Professin' the resurrection, was lead to the effervescence The pressure compress your chest and you bettеr respect the lеgends Get wet up, protect your melon You fled when the lead was spreadin' You bled through your grand instestines You dead when your head is swellin' I slept with the weapon, the Smith & Wesson rest in my dresser drawer He so skinny, he could do push-ups under the exit door You could see the bones in his face, he look like Skeletor Cold nights movin' that snow white, no seven dwarfs Ask Ron Artest, I keep the peace like Metta World Heard you was a straight As student, that's a clever score But you gon' get a D minus every time that we test your jaw "Hi, I'm your demise", I'm sorry, we never met before If your project was the projects, I'll throw you up the seventh floor Deepest teacher like Queen Latifah, I'm quick to set it off No Schwarzenegger, I am Schwarzeni**er, I am the Predator Shorty sent him a heart emoji, now he gassed up Don't let that heart go to your head, Drake haircut Detectives against gangstas, we got drama The Ds and the Gs, Dolce and Gabbana I'm always on your mind, what's up with your partner? I'm livin' in your head rent free, I'm a squatter [Verse 2: Russ] I feel like the greatest as I should though The Bentley got massage seats, I'm riding 'round in Brookstone Baby gave me good dome, I opened the roof, uh We don't duck face, especially when we open the Goose Smoked with Snoop and went to Neptune, life is beautiful You made it when unusual becomes the new usual Since I was a juvenile, I know that I'd be hot, boy They love me out in London, dawg, I'm headed to the top, boy Bought a lot of alt coins, I've been gettin' rich though Couple homies Blood but I invested in some crypto Rolled and I slid blows, caught a meme, got off of the ropes The best rapper under thirty and it's not even close My first single, told the world "Y'all ain't foolin' me" And y'all still not, they brainwashed how you viewin' me Smear campaigns got me stressed, I need five blunts Y'all got offended, but dawg, I ain't lied once They want me in compliance, silence their worst fear's defiance Independent thinkers follow me for the guidance You've never been fly once, you cannot advise Russ I gave myself a raise, I need a billi' like Cyrus Broaden your horizons, faith, what you fightin' it for? Trust your purpose, have the courage to lose sight of the shore I got this wrapped up, get your raps ups As you as you whacked up, you gonna get Pap'ed up Your lady get snatched up