Lakers vs Rockets

Fuck
Ayo, Brr
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayo, I like to watch the body drop, i don't got it all
Chanel ski mask, look like I fuckin' rob
Louis gloves on the Corbin hit my niggas off
Two tone AP, you know my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
Whip the deuce to a four-way, my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
My work crack, just bite the glass cut his hand open
The doors on the Lamb open (Skrrt)
A hundred round stick, sound like a fan on it
Medusa plates with the grams on it
My shooter doin' bad
I put two grand on you (Ah)
Let me do my dance on you (Let me do my dance on you)
In the gallery, you fuck Chanel up (Fuck Chanel up)
We the commissary lords, nigga, get your mail up (Get your mail up)
Triple deck yachts, get your sail up (Get your sail up)
Trash bag on it, better pick the shells up (Brr)
My side bitch want a lace front
And her nails done
I love my side bitch (Ah)
I love my side bitch
(Splash) I sell mine, though
(Splash) Ooh-wee
Prostitutes sellin' pussy by the parking meters
Taco trucks on the corner sellin' fresh fajitas
Burberry summer linen shorts, MAC stuffed between 'em
My city hot as hell, I live around a bunch of demons
Sixty white bitches in my cellphone, i'm Charlie Sheenin'
I'm servin' good burgers around this bitch, i'm Kel and Kenan
The jacket Bathing Ape, but my shoes Al McQueenin'
My bulldog a pimp too, 5K for his semen
His stud fee worth your plug fee
I'm in the Maybach, curtains lifted up, watchin' Rugby
I had to learn to hug the Glock, nobody hugged me
I had to learn to love the block, nobody loved me
My name enormous in the concrete
In high school I blew the opps car up with gasoline sheets
My barber only cut my hair with Supreme clippers
The Maybach break pads got Supreme stickers
My lil' brother lost it all when the Ds hit him
Lil' nigga tried to tap dance with no rhythm
Shang Tsung, they done snatched the soul out his goals, nigga
Another ghetto book closed, nigga
Ooh-wee
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels