Russel Westbrook

[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