Lil Wayne – Russian Roulette (feat. Benny the Butcher & Conw

Lil Wayne – Russian Roulette (feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine) Lyrics

Russian Roulette

Lil Wayne (feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

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"Russian Roulette." - Lil Wayne (feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 09:10 am

Album: Weezy Flow - EP

Track No: 03

Yeah, mula, uh
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent (Amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
No guarantees, but you get what you get
Yeah, ****, pistol to your ear, ****
Have my big homie kill your lil' ****
We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
We at the dock, we at the pier, ****
You won't even spot or hear ****
But when they get here, ****
We gon' pop up and appear, ****
On some DMX shit, we gon' be like
"We right here, ****"
Even though we right here, we far away
We light years, ****
And my AK got diarrhea, ****
I'm promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze
And you just some light beer, ****
Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya, sip oil better than an oil rig, dig?
All your bust downs sparklin' like foil
And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
'Cause I would walk down and draw down on you
Tell your wardies pray for you
And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State warriors
I'm gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers
Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder
Never sober, so a **** probably higher when he sober
I be higher than the solar system, get rich and control the system
I was servin' it, like Anna Kournikova
From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits
I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it?
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
No guarantees, but you get what you get
Look, you **** do anything for fame and clout
What would you do for your freedom? Might give a statement out
I'm from a city nobody think they'd make it out
Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route
Gave my people the block, straightened out and I'll be back by mornin'
Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin'
I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet
Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin'
'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign
Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes
My shit's bad like Lauryn, I ran a tour
On my last night tourin', I'm a Mack, like, hol' up
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette (Butcher comin', ****)
No guarantees, but you get what you get
Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway
Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it's a tailgate
Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space
Fake statements and my health straight, I can't give a fuck what no one else say
So deep it's like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK
That's a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case
Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great
Y'all **** just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake
And we both know how the smoke go, shots peel straight through a steel plate
Never throw stones when you know you livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates
Good on both coasts like I'm L.J., Bape store out in L.A.
Bougie **** even when I'm dead 'cause I'ma die and get to hell late
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick, Rob Curti & Nathaniel Levingston.

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