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Lotto

Joyner Lucas

Lyrics

(Mally Mall)

It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit (lit-lit)

Might blow a bag on the drip-drip (drip)

Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy (ayy)

I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy (ayy)

I ain't have much, just a wishlist (a wishlist)

Now the broke nigga doin' big shit (big shit)

I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignant

So keep one eye open like Slick Rick (brra, brra-brra)

I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane (big mane)

Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range (mid range)

Keep the big strap on me like a hitman (brra)

It go click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang (brr-brra)

I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed (shit changed)

But niggas get lame when you get fame (brra)

Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains

Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game

I got a bitch on my sofa (sofa)

I got a chip on my shoulder (shoulder)

You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt

Then you got what you supposed to (boom)

I got hitters all over (over)

Told em' this is all over (all over)

I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up

And get 'em all sober (woo)

I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy (ayy)

Credit card maxed out, ayy (ayy)

I get lit then I act out, ayy (ayy)

I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy (woo)

They say I need to be safe (safe)

I think I need to be straight

Fix your vibes, you need to be laced

You just need God or you need to meet Mase

I left my bitch, maybe we just need space (space)

I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey (like me)

I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy (like Breezy)

I got stunners like Wayne, like BG (okay)

I got a hood bitch all about the bread

And she only give me head 'cause the bed too squeaky (too squeak)

I'm too smart for a hoe tryna G me

A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto (bah)

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (bah-bah)

I'm the realest nigga, I know (brra, brra-brra, hey)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

Why do I feel like Manson? Oh (oh-oh)

Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy (ayy)

Murderin' streets, my anthem

All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh (banter)

Still can't pull your pants up

Kidnap kids like Amber (ayy)

Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom (ooh)

I moved from the trap to the mansion (mansion)

Went from the hooptie to a Phantom (word)

You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em

I've never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome (yeah)

I hate niggas that flex on camera (camera)

Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums (yeah)

All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff

You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper

I got a bitch on my sofa (sofa)

I got a chip on my shoulder (shoulder)

You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt

Then you got what you supposed to (boom)

I got hitters all over (all over)

Told em' this is all over (all over)

I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean

And give 'em all soda (boom)

Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh (ooh)

I ain't gotta move, I renovate

I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah (whoa)

I ain't gotta jump, I levitate

Always on time, I'm never late (hey)

I was outside like every day

Tryna turn water into lemonade

Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai, I just wanna get away, whoa (oh)

You don't want war with a rich nigga (rich nigga)

You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger (oh)

I ain't got patience for bitch niggas (oh)

Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger (Big Tigger)

Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her (kids with her)

Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter (ayy)

He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him (ooh)

He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto (bah)

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (bah-bah)

I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, hey)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

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