Westbrook

[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