RUSSELL WESTBROOK
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
4K said he need pole
Ay
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need aight
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need pole
Brodie tryna catch em lacking in the late night
East to the Westbrook he a great white
Westbrook
Feel the thunder out this rocket
Beat yo vest up
Fuck it
We go around it
Heat yo head up
Where them Halo surrounders
Beat yo case up
My mistake they ain't found you
All that shit that you was talking let me hear it
I don't gotta get near you to
Ah-ah-ah
I don't gotta put no fear in you to kill you
I don't gotta put no fear in you to
Ah-ah-ah
Mad at me 'cos the flow bulletproof
Mad at me 'cos the shoe fit you
Niggas know the truth and the truth ain't you
Said he gone meet the whole broom 'cos yo bro 6'2"
Nigga they gone have to plan burials
Go and pick up yo mans, bury him
Shorty hit
I went and hit her back like don't you be tryna square me like no Rubik's Cube
Please believe lil baby I'm a bruiser boo
WOBO livin' hoe I choose the juice
Need a bad hoe who suck dick and cook good food
Give the good brain 'fore I get a good wood
Hold on
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need aight
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need pole
Brodie tryna catch em lacking in the late night
East to the Westbrook he a great white
Westbrook
Feel the thunder out this rocket
Beat yo vest up
Fuck it
We go around it
Heat yo head up
Where them Halo surrounders
Beat yo case up
My mistake they ain't found you
Ay
Ay
Ay
4K said he need pole
Ay
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need aight
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need pole
Brodie tryna catch em lacking in the late night
East to the Westbrook he a great white
Westbrook
Feel the thunder out this rocket
Beat yo vest up
Fuck it
We go around it
Heat yo head up
Where them Halo surrounders
Beat yo case up
My mistake they ain't found you
All that shit that you was talking let me hear it
I don't gotta get near you to
Ah-ah-ah
I don't gotta put no fear in you to kill you
I don't gotta put no fear in you to
Ah-ah-ah
Mad at me 'cos the flow bulletproof
Mad at me 'cos the shoe fit you
Niggas know the truth and the truth ain't you
Said he gone meet the whole broom 'cos yo bro 6'2"
Nigga they gone have to plan burials
Go and pick up yo mans, bury him
Shorty hit
I went and hit her back like don't you be tryna square me like no Rubik's Cube
Please believe lil baby I'm a bruiser boo
WOBO livin' hoe I choose the juice
Need a bad hoe who suck dick and cook good food
Give the good brain 'fore I get a good wood
Hold on
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need aight
Brodie bro just hit my phone, said he need pole
Brodie tryna catch em lacking in the late night
East to the Westbrook he a great white
Westbrook
Feel the thunder out this rocket
Beat yo vest up
Fuck it
We go around it
Heat yo head up
Where them Halo surrounders
Beat yo case up
My mistake they ain't found you
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Writer(s): 4k Lij
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