Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lotto , by - Joyner Lucas. Release date: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |