Westbrook

Lyrics

[Hook] Came up as a youngin', bitch I had to love the struggle Bitch  I get it out the muscle, bitch I love the hustle All  my niggas from the mud, bitch we out the gutter Ain't no nigga up above gon stop the stuntin Just scored a triple double like Westbrook on the Thunder You  get the pack and you make it fumble I'm  in the back countin' money [?] Somersault backflip runnin' up the numbers [Verse] 220  on the dash for the fuckin' summer I just did the whole thing, ran up the numbers I ain't playin' with these niggas, I ain't playin' with these bustas Tell your mother that I love her, bitch I'm a motherfucker Her  son was a bitch, he got hit with the stick Ran off with his shit, he a lick, he a snitch 30 round hollow tips and we aimin' at your tip And she suck my whole dick, she a motherfuckin' tick Got a lot of designer shit, got a lot of foreign shit Fuck a lot of foreign bitches, I be on tour and shit I'm a wavy ass nigga, man your nigga boring bitch Remember when I was in the house and I was doing chores and shit Now a nigga up bitch, and I'm up next bitch But fuck up next bitch, cause I got now bitch And these nigga's time over with, you should know what time it is We gon pull up on the scene and have niggas dying bitch [?] shit, we gon buy a lot of shit We be gettin' to the money, man you niggas hella broke And you niggas is from hoes, and you should know Ray Ray got the scope He'll let it blow and he'll shoot that shit at your throat Make that shit explode, it's gon go, we gon hit the road Cookie to the dough, pour up four, I ain't never home