Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LOTTO, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 10.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LOTTO |
| Grr |
| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
| Ayo, kill or be killed, you know the motto |
| Jean Paul’s, you know the goggles |
| Flowers on the bottles |
| Don’t make me catch a hommo |
| Fire out the nozzle |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |
| Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S |
| With the tight, ain’t nobody fuck with West |
| I used to dump all my crack, plus I had the best |
| Dope money, I got obsessed, you can’t connect |
| Make a million off the front steps, you know the rest |
| For my niggas didn’t tell when the feds swept |
| Took the top off the Corvette and Jesus wept |
| You ain’t never seen these Fear of God sweats, don’t hold your breath |
| Uh, fiends say I got the best ever |
| He lit a in front of, had the G-Wag revvin' |
| Pyrexes beyond measures |
| I seen my celly drop tears on that late night, stressin' |
| Push the key, line 7 |
| In all my jewels, up in V-Live flexin' |
| Crossin' all my Ts, I had to go to court |
| 24 a key, make a nigga snort |
| Get your shit shot off for a short |
| Get you stabbed goin' to yard for a pack of Newports |
| Like Too $hort, face draped, Louis scarf |
| I don’t give a fuck who you are |
| Kill or be killed, you know the motto |
| Jean Paul’s, you know the goggles |
| Flowers on the bottles |
| Don’t make me catch a hommo |
| Fire out the nozzle |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |
| Yo, look, uh |
| Saran rap the money, she fuck me 'cause I’m famous |
| Her brother work for us, her pops told her I was dangerous |
| Fuck my bitch in the hills, nigga, and I ain’t talkin' fashion |
| I’m talkin' 'bout a mansion and a crib in Calabasas |
| Whippin' work 'til it melt, got me the shirt with the belt |
| They respect it when the bosses put the work in theyself, look |
| I’m from a different era, I ain’t used to all this pump fakin' |
| They gon' front page us if they catch us in this bus station |
| Free my nigga Dowy G, 'cause all he got is gun cases |
| Word is in Clinton, he shot six niggas with one razor |
| Yeah, y’all got y’all jewels on, but you be scared to come places |
| I be in the slums, starin' back, like, «Come take it» |
| My plug got knocked and all I had left was one payment |
| But he kept it G, 'cause I ain’t seen my name in one statement |
| Came to runnin' grams, I was number one in fam, shit |
| By the time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand |
| I’m a real nigga, I been Gucci, got dressed, I’m in Gucci |
| Crazy shit is everyday, we lit, like YFN Lucci |
| Every rap, you got about 20 MACs and 10 Uzis |
| Then why you ain’t been shoot me? |
| Man, you niggas been groupies, let’s go |
| Kill or be killed, you know the motto |
| Jean Paul’s, you know the goggles |
| Flowers on the bottles |
| Don’t make me catch a hommo |
| Fire out the nozzle |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |
| Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto |