Lotto

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 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 (Brr)
 It go, "Click-clack, willow-wallow, bing-bang" (Brr-brr)
 I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed (Shit changed)
 But niggas get lame when you get fame (Brr)
 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 (Brrr, brr-brr, 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 (Brr, brr-brr, 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 (Brrr, brr-brr, 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 (Brrr, brr-brr, ayy)
 I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh)
 I just hit the fuckin' lotto
 

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Duration
03:50
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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