Westside Gunn, Sauce Walka - Lakers vs Rockets lyrics

Fuck, ayo ayo, brr
Brr boom, boom, boom, boom, 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 (Ah, brrr)
Chanel ski mask, look like I fuckin' rob
(Ah)
Louis gloves on the Corbin, hit my niggas off
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, bring)
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 (Ah)
The doors on the Lamb open (Skrrt)
A hundred round stick, sound like a fan on it
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
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
(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
(What's good?) my barber only cut my
Hair with Supreme clippers
The Maybach break pads got Supreme stickers
(Woo) 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

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