'02 Lakers (feat. Ro$ama)

(Toot that ho, Barnes) (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've made me Now I ball ever 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 claming 'Cause we hit the club, if I swing, then they swangin' Just got some new drip and I can't even name it I just got a new whip, that bitch pushing 280, 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 hits from the pavement? I came a long way from hittin' licks like the takers Been ballin' so hard, kind've feel like the Lakers Bro 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 50 O's, nigga, Floyd Mayweather I been getting paper, yes, I'm on top of my shit, I'm a motherfucking 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 (ayy), Fidel Castro 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 motherfucking 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 run 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)