LA Lakers

[Verse 1: Yung Skooley]

Spend 10K in Bottega, I drop a fourty thousand out in Vegas (Damn)

I can't front a nigga shit, if he swore he my dog he paid us (On God)

I pick these bowls by the flavor, they don't snitch 'cause I pay my neighbors (I'm good)

Purple 'Triss and yellow Tuss', my cup a LA Laker (LeBron)

Hundred thousand all in jewelry, before I snitch I get judged by a jury (Twelve)

Wifey got me icey, your bullshit jewelry got your shit blurry (Your shit blurry)

You can catch me solo anyway, the Glock my only security

He told everybody we beefin' so when he die he got security (What the fuck?)

Five hundred bowls ain't shit, every two weeks I tell him send a new load (Send it)

500K ain't shit, when I get a million that's my new goal (On God)

I can teach you niggas a thang or two, you're a pussy so ain't no savin' you (You lame)

I remember I used to walk to the play, now I pull up swervin' Mercedes coupe (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]

You ain't tryna get money? Can't hang with you (Uh uh)

You ain't tryna get money? Can't hang with me (Me)

The shit I smoke is six thousand P (P)

Glock run it up, started countin' on me (Glizock, yeah)

Fashion killer, put a nigga on a T (Woo)

My diamonds fightin', we can meet in the street

Bro on go, almost forgot his ski (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

Told 'em slow down (Slow down)

Play with Glizock it's gon' go down (Go down)

Hold up, let me switch up the flow now (Switch it up)

Gotta talk, these bitches gettin' towed down

Had to reload the clip, shoot one more round (Yeah)

Gang outside, don't bring your ho around (Gang)

Young niggas turn your neighborhood to Ghost Town (Phew)

Codeine fiend, no, I can't slow down (No)

(Let go)

[Verse 3: Yung Skooley]

Sip too much drank can't slow down (Nope)

Send the addy, might send some to your town (Send it)

Hit 'em once, kick they out, say I'm low-down (Low)

Call shots, got the cheap shit anytime (Yup)

When I shot they don't take 'em to the back

Spend a couple racks, sell a P and get it back (Get it back)

Von just land in the city, try [?] (On God)

[Verse 4: Key Glock]

Ayy, back in the day sellin' double and back (Back)

Smokin' on opp pack, gotta kick back (Yeah, back)

Pillow talkin', I know you're a rat (Rat)

They say I'm a dog, a GOAT, a mack (Yeah, yeah)

Lettin' shit down like a kindergarten mat (Ayy, yeah)

Freaky-ass bitch she got my dick at his max (Phew)

My pockets fat, her stomach flat (Yeah)

Can't trust these hoes, where they do that at? (The fuck)

(Huh?)