Russel Westbrook

Lyrics

[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER] Ayy, Spider Gang shit, you know what the fuck going on Ayy, man let's go, we ain't playin' with these niggas You already know what the fuck going on Let's get it man, you already know [Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER] Smokin' big strong, Russell Westbrook I'm bendin' the rim, I'm shakin' the net Nigga better than me? I ain't met him yet [?] next you'll see triple double I sell crack, I don't get in trouble Big muscles nigga, Russell Westbrook I drew pictures all in my textbook Fuck that nigga, he a snake Kept it real from the jump, professor Snape I shot me a nigga and went to the wake Had to make sure that shake wasn't fake At the open bar, shit was lit At the eulogy I had to say some shit, "R.I.P this nigga he was cool" Gave a moment, so now he gone Russell Westbrook and I'm smokin' strong I'm getting buckets bitch, Karl Malone I'm bending the rim, I'm shakin' the hoop I'm mixing the percs and the lean like it's soup She ain't wanna fuck, so I gave her the boot I'm beating my dick then I'm counting my loot I didn't do it your honor, I'm in a suit [?] I'm droppin' the piece in the hood, alley-oop We be bombin' the ball lil' nigga I shoot I'm beatin' the case 'cause I'm gettin' the racks 620 blunts they all in my chest Killas on my team nigga, I'm Tim Tebow Dope bring the fiends back, Resident Evil I'm bendin' the rim, I'm shakin' the pot Arm and Hammer nigga, I flipped a lot Russell Westbrook nigga, I take the shot We run the game, I'm droppin' the top Money so old that it's starting to rot I'm bendin' the rim, I'm shakin' the pot Arm and Hammer nigga, I flipped a lot You droppin' your album that shit gonna flop [?] I getting the crack and I cook it with elegance Walk in the trap [?] Fucking yo' bitch and she goin' commando I got a strap on me, [?] He talkin' crazy so I'm finna jack some Pull up on niggas they still wearin' PacSun Prices too high so I'm jankin' the plug He lowered his prices still jankin' the plug Run up on me you get smoked like a dub I fuck these bitches I don't give them hugs I keep the Glock on me don't be a hero His hombres is broke and I got all Dinero Gun on my [?] nigga looks like a pharaoh Merk yourself nigga save me the trouble [Verse 2: 83HADES] 8-8-83 Triple double like I'm Russel Westbrook Fuck yo' bitch, I think we had the bed shook Liquid acid, put it on a tester Give me brain before I give a lecture I'm ballin' hard, but I'm not on the court You can pull up, me and Christ in New York Start in the city, he end in the morgue And I'm fuckin that bitch because she like my lore I rock Designer shit, I rock Christian Dior I'm with Samsung, lil' bitch and he pourin' a four Shorty told me "Don't be shy, put some more" I'm flyin' out to the North end He talkin' shit then his life get shortened Shorty on me because I'm important Cut him up and sell his organs Barber way I take yo' portion Deliver straight to yo' doorstep Real plug shit, I pop out Corvette's Geeked off coke, I can't get no rest 354's, these come at yo' chest Bullets fly out shells like locusts Pull out blades then I start pokin' [Verse 3: 83HADES] Shorty, let me see what it is like up in that pussy Masked up like Halloween, it got me takin' all his goodies You can't see a thing, black jeans with a black hoodie We [?] yo' thing if you gettin' run up by a goofy I bring it in, even if I'm with yo' shorty at the movies You be scared of bitches, almost like they finna give you cooties L-L-Let me grab that booty, just another day, another groupie O-O-Only care about the cash, you still prayin' for the coochie 3 AM, bitch, I'm still out sellin' Molly Like it's dick-AM, let me get up in that body Everybody backin' up once I start trippin' in the party Everything I do is for a reason, no bitch, I ain't sorry