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