Lyrical Breakdown of JW - K Like A Russian - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "JW - K Like A Russian" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Ayy Chris bruh
This one of those songs you gotta just bust on
You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to
If we get in a shootout
I'ma keep that K like a Russian
(Got it on smash)
Left right, left right
I say
Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure
We been smoking exotic body (Bitch)
My shit make all them sounds
Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)
I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English
Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she
Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'
My money make me a giant, oh
I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo
If I go broke I'ma take his dough
Rob him for his dough
These niggas asking me where I come
From, I come from the city where its colder
Always gotta look over your shoulder
Never know when someone wanna smoke ya
Man down, look, who is the man now?
Can't wait 'til the drugs touch down
Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round
Chris Long say he puttin' them down
Know he pop Percs every time they around (Lyin' ass nigga)
And when that lean around
Lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)
I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour
Catch a body and I won't even know it
I make a song off the purple, I'm focused
Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus
Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open
Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him
L-O-L all of these niggas be jokin'
They may just make me kill them they keep provokin'
I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English
Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she
Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'
March on the beat like a mo'fuckin' sergeant
That .40 on me shoot like I'm from the squadron
Moncler on the moon boots I'm not from this planet
I promise to God I'm a mo'fuckin' martian
Call me Juice WRLD the martian
I'm Marvin the Martian
I'm super like Marvel, my drip is so marvelous
Dropped the Death Race For Love it sold so much the
First week that shit goin' harder than granite and marbles
It may just go platinum on niggas that haven't gone gold in a minute
These niggas been slippin'
Pussy remind me of pussy niggas I kill
Pussy with dick, pussy niggas with Smithons
I don't got time for these rookie niggas
Yeah I know I'm a rookie, far from a beginner
I used to smoke purple but that shit got
Old now I smoke gelato, biscotti, I'm pimpin'
That nigga trippin', gon' and get rid of him
These niggas really ain't rappers they don't got
No rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths
I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam I'm the Sith
Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes don't think that I'm kickin'
Why you think she ain't fuck you or suck you in a minute?
Tried to give it to me, bitch I'm taken, you trippin'
I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (Okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English
Spanish, Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she
Put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes that bitch crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'
I don't even gotta shoot
My bitch'll shoot you in the face (Got it on smash)
Then she shoot your bitch in the face
Then we shoot your bitch in the face
Then we may go out for a date
After shootin' you in the face