Westbrook - YSB OG

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

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