Joyner Lucas - 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 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 f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckas 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 f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto