'02 Lakers

(Shoot that ho, Jabari)

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) bitch

Ayy, pour up a four of some Wock', I been leanin' like crazy

Niggas can't take my spot 'cause they lazy

You know I been running this shit for a minute

The fuck niggas tryna erase me

All these bad bitches be tryna rape me

These niggas get greedy then start actin' shady

I come from the block, know that shit kind of made me

Now I ball every season like Brady

And these niggas broke, that's the reason they hatin'

Hit his bitch with a stroke, now she stalking my page

I'm locked in with the loc's, so you know what I'm bangin'

Got partners that's Bloods, I don't care what they claiming

'Cause we hit the club, if I swing then they swingin'

Just got some new drip and I can't even name it

I just got a new whip, that bitch pushing two-eighty

It's crazy, I just spent a brick on my baby

We're selling three fives, ballin' hard like I'm KD

What's rule number five? Think that they safe tryna play me

You know we outside, that's your city that raised me

I'm lit, who you know making Ms from the pavement

I came a long way from hittin' licks like the Takers

Been ballin' so hard, kinda feel like the Lakers

Ro Kobe, I'm Shaq and these niggas is faking

600 4L, bitch, come sign to the label

I really been having this shit online, go check the keypad and deadbolt

Try to reach for my chain and get reunited with Jesus and all of your dead folks

See, I started with raw then I went cooked up the rock before people's elbow

Ran over the game and then I start smoking these niggas, Suge Knight in the red coat

I been having more chicken than Chick-fil-A, tell Ben Frank, "It's my pleasure"

When they study sororities, alpha's, omega, just in case I need to step better

See, I'm in the spot with 'bout fifty O's, nigga, Floyd Mayweather

I been getting paper, yes, I'm on top of my shit, I'm a motherfuckin' page hitter

Bang orange and blue like the Astros

Diamonds swim on me like a tadpole

Just to give me an edge, I start sippin' oil, my double cup full of that Castro

And you know that I'm hot, Tabasco

Gold ropes on me like a lasso

Try to get out of pocket and get your ass smoked like a Cuban, Fidel Castro (ayy)

Since a nigga came up, I ain't even gon' lie

I been having my way, fucking bad hoes

Yeah, I got me some money, but don't think it's funny

The fuck, do you think that this bag for?

I just got a new glizzy, my clip is extended

He run, bet I knock off his backbone

I ain't gon' lie, my shit roll like a trap phone

Hit the road, get the bag and come back home

Steady spittin' this shit like a camel

Burberry coat came from a mammal

And the stick on me and I'm ready to fire

I feel like a motherfuckin' candle

Go out in the blaze like Just

Talk too much shit and get flushed

In the Airbnb, probably get my dick suck

While I beat all these levels in Candy Crush

You can't stay at my crib, pick your panties up

Oh, you mad? Well, ha-ha, ho, you let me fuck

I just know you lil' niggas ain't man enough

Made me a mill' in a year, ho, I ran it up

See, I learned how to step in these Gucci shoes

Designated to drive and shoot it too

Catch me at a pool party with so many women

That still tryna show me they hoot-a-doo (I do it)