Russ – Congrats Freestyle Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Congrats Freestyle – Russ

The more beef than the less bread
Quiet women give the best head
Rappers doin’ dope went from trying to be like hov
Now they’d rather rock and roll and be like Led Zepp

Linsanity the way I shocked the game
Momma hoppin out the Bentley
Sister hoppin out the range
Stop the blame for my entourage
Just stop droppin names
And you gon stop getting dropped
And mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang


Just keep me out of it
My money does gymnastics man
I’m tryna make some houses flip
The sound of s**t hitting the fan turns me on
Cuz I just been addicted to chaos since early on
I’ve surely gone off the ledge a couple times by now
The pandemic hit rappers sellin sex right now
I don’t gangbang but trust me bro I’m set right now
Real bosses don’t need to chase a check right now

It’s for the best right now
You go broke so you can wake up
You struggling your labelhead is somewhere in Jamaica
Eatin jerk chicken and drinking Appleton rum
Fix your mind state that’s when all the capital comes
Fake titties feel like rocks I like the natural ones
I like a girl who gives me head without me asking for some

Way to step up to the plate and take initiative
Peace of mind the only thing that’s on my Christmas list
Business is boomin, Reuben I ain’t stutter
My career ain’t reach its climax yet I ain’t Usher
I’m not your brother cuz we took a pic
You must be higher than when Snoop handed me kush to hit
Shush a b**ch swiftly shh

It’s me, I could teach you how to be a player chris Brickley
Pick me ass b**ches on the timeline making Alfredo
Posting quotes they don’t live by thinking they Plato
Y’all ain’t foolin anyone except the dumb ones
The whole game is Wayne drake future young thug sons


I just skipped customs
Cuz I took a jet
Imma eat forever I took equity
You took a check
Short term dough
Not lookin past your nose
Lotta y’all don’t listen to Nipsey and it shows

You get around a bad b**ch you quick to make a post
I can tell you didn’t get p**sy when you were broke
Me I keep it on the low cuz the mystique is player
I don’t care about the hate s**t I was 16 with haters
Tryna diss me for paper end up backfiring
We gon take your diamonds make your eyes look like sapphires

But I’m tryna chill on the violence
Well connected pressin rappers at wireless
Why you tryna fight me
You should try to fight your stylist and management
I can’t argue with people
Who think it’s fly to buy the mannequin
Low taste don’t talk to me
F**k a Uber b**ch walk to me
Show me that you want it
I brag about tickets plaques and ownership sue me
Y’all brag about moncler and Gucci
On your body

So how come I’m the only one
Who gets called cocky
As if rap isn’t braggadocios
At least what I brag about can you get bags
Instead of handin over cash to someone racist
Who just uses y’all for black promotion

Way to stick it to the man
You really showed him
By putting cash in his hand
Walked out the store
Then you post him on the gram
Now your fans are his fans
The cycle repeats
Congrats stupid…

➤ Written by Russ
Produced by Russ
Russ | 2020

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