Westbrook lyrics

[Hook]
Came up as a youngin', b*tch I had to love the struggle
b*tch  I get it out the muscle, b*tch I love the hustle
All  my n*ggas from the mud, b*tch we out the gutter
Ain't no n*gga 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 f*ckin' summer
I just did the whole thing, ran up the numbers
I ain't playin' with these n*ggas, I ain't playin' with these bustas
Tell your mother that I love her, b*tch I'm a motherf*cker
Her  son was a b*tch, he got hit with the stick
Ran off with his sh*t, he a lick, he a snitch
30 round hollow tips and we aimin' at your tip
And she suck my whole di*k, she a motherf*ckin' tick
Got a lot of designer sh*t, got a lot of foreign sh*t
f*ck a lot of foreign b*tches, I be on tour and sh*t
I'm a wavy ass n*gga, man your n*gga boring b*tch
Remember when I was in the house and I was doing chores and sh*t
Now a n*gga up b*tch, and I'm up next b*tch
But f*ck up next b*tch, cause I got now b*tch
And these n*gga's time over with, you should know what time it is
We gon pull up on the scene and have n*ggas dying b*tch
[?] sh*t, we gon buy a lot of sh*t
We be gettin' to the money, man you n*ggas hella broke
And you n*ggas is from hoes, and you should know Ray Ray got the scope
He'll let it blow and he'll shoot that sh*t at your throat
Make that sh*t explode, it's gon go, we gon hit the road
Cookie to the dough, pour up four, I ain't never home