Mom

[Intro: Laker] N-N-Nuke Radio I'm gonna split it up till its all gone (La-Laker) Louis Vuitton, Balmain- ain- Louis Vuitton shout out my mom (You're fuckin' with the Roach Mafia) I'm sipping my cup can't see what I’m on [Verse 1: Dream Caster] You play your fake place Can't say it to my face He show up I show face I show up she don't place Theres a light you dont know No notifs on my phone I wanna keep it that way But she dont She dont She dont She dont She dont She dont [Verse 2: Laker] She don't remember where her car is She be asking what my sign is I tell her I'm a Taurus I'm not a tourist Bitch I'm a terrorist I’m on the Forbes list Bought a mansion in the hills Just so I could foreclose it I'm in designer but I ain't got a closet I be dressing just like I'm inside the closet I'm gonna split it up till its all gone Louis Vuitton, Balmain- ain- Louis Vuitton shout out my mom I'm sipping my cup can't see what I’m on