Slavic Trapper - REDZED

We go hard in the south and we know it (Bitch!)

Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (Yeah, we...)

In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr)

We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles

That's the way that we getting over sadness

One day turn in a motherfucking madness

That’s the way that we getting over breakups (Punks)

One day choke on a vomit from the hiccups

You got me wrong, I'm not the one that you wanna see when you up at night

Unleashing the venom, I'ma get you when you in my sight

Turning my bats in 'em fuckin flying rats, they could fucking bite

Teeth full of parasitе, teeth full of parasite

I'm that stoner doom lover, bad blokе tripping

Bitch, I know I'll soon hover, float, won't strap in

In my wizard hat, 'bout to fuck a witch, busting

Why my music mad?

Bitch, I ain't no fucking Justin

Lucid dreams where I'm fuckin Vickie Smith, and she swallowing

Fill her mouth with my motherfucking dick, tits, they wiggling

She, my princess, she, that one that I would pick out of million

I'm her prince, and my chance is fucking big, 'cause I'm brilliant

I'm that slavic motherfucker, drinking vodka, juice (Yeah, bitch)

I'ma squash you like a ciggie with my dirty shoes

Drinking habbit, something I would never ever lose (Know it, ayy)

Bitch, you lost like Nemo, I'm a beast like Bruce

I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper

Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah, salt and pepper

I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper

Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah

We go hard in the south and we know it (What?!)

Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (Bitch!)

In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr!)

We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles

We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (Bitch!)

We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (What?!)

We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (Bitch!)

We go hard in the south and we know it