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Russ – Bucket Hat Low Lyrics

Bucket Hat Low Lyrics – Russ

Papoose, Papoose

My verses laced with [?]
Dead in a second if you ingest 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 [?]
The pressure compress your chest and you better respect the legends
Get wet up, protect your melon
You played 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 ’round or test, I keep the peace like MetaWork
Heard you was a straight A’s student, that’s a clever score
But you gon’ get a D minus every time that we [?] at you
I am your demise, I’m sorry, we never met before
Your project was the projects, I’ll throw you up the seventh floor
Deepest teaching like Queen Latifah, I’m quick to set it off
No Schwarzenegger, I am Schwarzenigger, 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 D’s and the G’s, 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

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 unusal 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 art ’cause I’ve been gettin’ rich though
Couple homie Blood but I invested in some crib though
Rolled and I slit [?], got over the ropes
The best rapper under thirty and it’s not even close
My first single toured the world, y’all ain’t foolin’ me
And I’m still [?], brainwashed how you viewin’ me
[?] 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 is the worst [?] is 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 paped up
Your lady get snatched up