Fat Trel - Russian Roulette lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef x2] I got money, I got power, got respect with this tech My n***as out here wilding playing Russian Roulette My n***as out here wilding playing Russian Roulette Russian Roulette, with n***as' heads [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I got money, I got power, got respect with this tech My n***as out here wilding, you could duck or get wet From Chiraq to DC, boy, we gang bang, throwing sets About Glory Boyz and s*utty Boyz they say this and that But Chief Sosa and Fat Trel shooters gone handle that It ain't nothing, b**h we bucking; light it up, candle that We turn nothing into something, get that check, ran through that I be sh**ting on them b**hes, like where my manners at? I be in my f**ing glory shining just like my watch I be pulling up and pulling off in them foreign cars I give that b**h a name if she talking p**n star And we got these b**hes boppy, GBE full of stock [Hook: Chief Keef x2] [Verse 2: Fat Trel] Well, I got money, I got power, just got rid of my tech Cause that b**h had too many bodies, just re'd up in Van Ness “I got my n***as outchea wilding, 223 eat through vests UUV hit your block, yellow tape on deck Police investigate, my sh** say heavy weight I'm a walking grenade; I play with Tommies for days I got work and it's t**ng; I f** your wifey on purpose I'm a s*utty Boy; my Glory boy just smoke purple perfect I'm in Chiraq flirting with these chickens from Church's These n***as pockets is hurting; heard you n***as was nervous I'm from D-dot-C; you know my sh** say SB f**ing with GBE, so how you n***as gone eat? [Hook: Chief Keef x2]