Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lotto, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song ADHD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tully, Twenty Nine
Song language: English
Lotto |
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 ignite |
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 ho 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 (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy) |
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh) |
I just hit the fuckin' lotto |
Why do I feel like Manson? |
(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 Uber 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 (Yeah) |
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 (Bah) |
Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh (Ooh) |
I ain't gotta move, I renovate |
I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah (Woah) |
I ain't gotta jump, I levitate |
Always on time, I'm never late (Ayy) |
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, woah (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 'till the feds hit him (Ooh) |
(He thought he had a plan 'till 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, ayy) |
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh) |
I just hit the fuckin' lotto |