777 Album Lyrics by Latto


Latto Lyrics

777 Album Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

777 Pt. 1

Clayco
Oh, y'all want the Clayton County out?
Oh okay, oh okay, yeah, yeah
Big Latto, the biggest
Latto
Uh-huh
Uh

The bigger the bag, the bigger the motto
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger I get, it's harder to follow
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger the bag, the bigger the motto
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger the pill, it's harder to swallow
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto

I'm a rap bitch checker, top five stepper
Clayton County repper, red hot pepper
Ain't a bitch better, I'm a gold medal
Latto fell off? Said a bitch never
And I'm rappin' like I got a vendetta
Classy ratchet bitch, real trendsetter
Sleepin' on me had to apply more pressure
Got the hood lookin' like Coachella
I ain't tryna politic with these bitches
Shittin' on your favorite, that's just my opinion
I be in my bag, blogs in my business
Hopped off the jet, straight to a fittin'
Sonny, pull it up, I'm goin in the booth
Top two and bitch, I ain't number two
Real rap back and Latto is the proof
Hot-headed, I ain't tryna play it cool

The bigger the bag, the bigger the motto
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger I get, it's harder to follow
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger the bag, the bigger the motto
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto
The bigger the pill, it's harder to swallow
The bigger the wrist, the bigger the Latto



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777 Pt. 2

(Latto, Latto, Latto, Latto)

So y'all ain't gon' give me no competition
This shit, this shit, gettin' too easy
This shit ain't even fun no more, for real
Big Latto

Gave y'all hoes the chance to win and what y'all do? F*ck that up
Last time around they slept on me, I woke 'em up like, "Bitch it's up"
Packed the CAP, like Barbie shit but I don't play with bitches
I'm way too big to speak on petty shit, MJ said stay on mission
Got a thousand dollar steak on my plate, that's the only beef I ever get in
I can never fit in, how you climbin' on shit you'll never be in?
Bitches runnin' they mouth like they got one
Only category they gon' put me in is the greatest and bitch you not one
If you a fan just say it and go get my shit when I drop somethin'

I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex
Queen of the south, bitch, I'ma take my respect
I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex
Queen of the south ain't none but four in a deck, bitch

And I'ma let y'all figure that shit out, tuh
Playin' with me like you don't know my body or somethin'
777, the biggest
This shit bigger than big, colossal Latto

Y'all bitches better off playin' the lotto
Than playin' with Latto (Latto, Latto)
Who you think set the trend that all these bitches follow? (follow, follow)
Fur wrap big, try me I'ma slap the shit up out 'em
Heard mo' money mo' problem, bitch I know you ain't got 'em
To the south put a crown on 'em
Been runnin' shit got some miles on 'em
These hoes washed up throw a towel on 'em
I get respect when I style on 'em
I'ma wild on 'em when I heat up
Sittin' on the throne with my feet up
Bitch, say my name and get beat up
On my twelfth Birkin, ho, keep up

Bitches think they hot, well come show me what that shit hittin' for
That money talk be foreign to hoes and that's for shit sure
The youngest and the richest, I made it known from the get go
To these pussy hoes I'm Deebo
Big Latto the big goat

Man y'all ho better find y'all somebody to play with
I ain't the one, damn sure ain't the two
I ain't got shit left to prove, put a bow on that shit
777

(I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex)
(Queen of the south, ain't none but four in a deck, bitch)



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Wheelie

(Check in with me, in with me)
Latto (and, and throw it back, throw it back)
(Cole, you stupid)
(Latto)

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (Latto)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (on God)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (skrr)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (hmm)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

Slob on my cat, bet this nigga met his match (yeah)
Take his phone 'fore I throw it back, nigga, this ain't that (f*ck)
Check in with me (yeah), I love a sneaky link
He ain't eat the pussy right if he ain't had to change the sheets (woo)
I love when he wear the gray sweats and that print show (I do)
Nah, I ain't tryna have his seed, but this pussy water make the beard grow (woo)
Cook for him like a housewife then f*ck him good like a nympho
Pay the rent and the car note, he invest in me like crypto
Tell me just how much you need me (yeah), paint them walls like I'm graffiti (yeah)
Birkin bag me, double C me (ooh)
He ain't trickin', go Houdini (whew), poof
Legs to the roof (skrr), hit it in the coupe (ooh)
Slurp me like I'm soup
Pussy pink, hunnid's blue

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (Latto)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (on God)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (skrr)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (hmm)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (21, grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

Bad bitches, I got several (21)
She eat the dick like it's edible (on God)
Slob on my knob, f*ck that, lick on me, bitch, like an animal (straight up)
I want some top when I get done slidin'
Opps wanna rap but they ass keep dyin'
She don't wanna f*ck, I ain't finna keep tryin'
Sayin' it's her time of the month, but she lyin'
Call my jeweler like, "I wanna go blind"
Thirty somethin' watches, I ain't never on time
Spin it again, now they ass back cryin'
Givin' out bullets like a motherf*ckin' drive (21)
If you fake a relationship, you stealin' pussy (on God)
Make an e-mail for your ass, girl, I wanna book it (21)
I want the milk and cookie (21)
Drop off a Birkin, I'm Santa (21)
She let me hit it on camera (21)
So did her friend, it's a scandal (21)
She got a BBL (21)
Her hips and her ass a lil' fatter (on God)
The nigga who paid was a scammer (on God)
I heard they got married in Africa (on God)

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (Latto)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (on God)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

Pop it like a wheelie
Hop on top and I go silly (skrr)
Pretty, tight, and sticky
F*ck him once, he won't forget me (uh)
Wet, wet, bust it like the blicky (grrr)
If I f*ck around and leak the tape, I'll win an Emmy (on God)

(Slob on my cat, on my cat
'Cause you, 'cause you know it's fat
Know it's fat
Check)



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Big Energy

(Got that big dick energy)
(Got that big dick energy)
Hey, daddy
When you gon' stop playin'?

Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (uh)
I can tell you got big dick energy (uh-huh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (yeah)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy (uh)
Make 'em sing to this pussy like a melody (make 'em sing)
And if your bitch ain't right, I got the remedy (uh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (ayy)
Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (ayy, ayy)

Tell me how you want it? (Huh?)
3, 2, 1, and I'm on it (on it)
Feel good, don't it? (Don't it)
Hood bitch, f*ck you in a bonnet (yeah)
I'ma bust it on the pole like Onyx (ooh)
I'm just bein' honest (uh-huh)
Pussy juicy, Minute Maid (uh)
But can't do a minute man (hell no)
Not a side or a main
I'm the only bitch he entertain (yeah)
Spendin' his, mine in the bank (in the bank)
I like what I see (yeah)
A boss like you need a boss like me (uh-huh)
Daddy from the streets, so he move low-key
Tryna rock that mic like karaoke (uh)

On the count of three
Bad bitches get money (get money)
Broke niggas to the left, we don't want it (we don't want it)
I'm the one you bitches hate but they can't get past (uh-huh)
Pretty face, no waist and a big ol' ass (ha)

Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (uh)
I can tell you got big dick energy (uh-huh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (yeah)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy (uh)
Make 'em sing to this pussy like a melody (make 'em sing)
And if your bitch ain't right, I got the remedy (uh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (ayy)
Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (ayy, ayy)

Got that real big energy
Got that big dick energy (big dick energy)
Got that real big energy
Got that big dick energy (big dick energy)

Yeah, tell me how you want it? (Want it)
3, 2, 1, camera rollin' (ooh)
Do it slow motion (uh-huh)
Real bitch, them other hoes phony
All that big talk, Latto put 'em on it (Latto)
I'm just bein' honest (yeah)
Lingerie Dolce
Blindfold, tie me to the bed while we role-play (yeah)
Can't skip foreplay, kill the pussy, cold case (uh-huh)
I'm a boss bitch, but tonight we do it your way

On the count of three
Bad bitches get money (get money)
Broke niggas to the left, we don't want it (hell nah)
If you ever see my broke, I'm probably rockin' a cast
Pretty face, no waist with a big ol' bag (ha)

Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (uh)
I can tell you got big dick energy (uh-huh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (yeah)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy (uh)
Make 'em sing to this pussy like a melody (make 'em sing)
And if your bitch ain't right, I got the remedy (uh)
It ain't too many niggas that can handle me (ayy)
Bad bitch, I could be your fantasy (ayy, ayy)

Got that real big energy (uh-huh)
Got that big dick energy (big dick energy, yeah)
Got that real big energy (uh)
Got that big dick energy (big dick energy, ayy)



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Sunshine

(Bongo by the way)

Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when they needed the therapy (shh)
Took what they needed but never took care of me (yeah)
They saw a dollar sign
Treat me like currency
Kill all they hopes and dreams if they wan' murder me (yeah, yeah)
Sunshine on me (uh)

Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me (yeah, yeah)
Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me
Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me, yeah, yeah (oh)

Yeah, pray if they run up, I'ma cut up
Bring out these VVs, like the sun up
These niggas Stevie, 'til the come up
Went got my bread up, let 'em Wonder
If I ain't do nothin' I kept it one hunnid (ayy)
Big Latto for real I ain't never done frontin'
They do what they can, bitch, I do what I wanna (bitch)
Trimmin' they pockets, I told 'em to run it (run it)
Sunshine on me
Every time I leave the crib I got it on me (brrt)
Got it out the mud, I did it by my lonely (yeah)
Pop my shit, done bein' lowkey
Sunshine on me (ayy)
I ain't givin' none these hatin' bitches no peace (uh-uh)
F*ck a two-cent, you could get the two-piece
If I step back, hit you with the .223

Pray for my enemies
Lord I need clarity
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me
They use my couch when they needed the therapy
Took what they needed but never took care of me
They saw a dollar sign
Treat me like currency
Kill all they hopes and dreams if they wan' murder me
Sunshine on me

Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me
Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me
Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me, yeah, yeah

Uh, pray that they pull up, wish they woulda
If he ain't my slime, he a booger
I ain't gon' jook 'em, I'ma cook 'em
Sunshine on me, Devin Booker
Them niggas with you, they just lookers
They ain't finna shoot, I'ma swish 'em
Your bitch think I'm cute, I'm a jugg her
She try give me sugar, I'ma mush her
Big B, lil' nigga, Bill Bixby, lil' nigga
Smoke big tree, lil' nigga, we too large to igg me, lil' nigga
This ciggy get jiggy with niggas
Don't make me Will Smith me a nigga
I just told a model, "You only my side ho
I will put you out, ho, you must think you Latto
I'm all you got, ho, you know I'm the God, ho
The God of the sun and the light, like Apollo"
Tunechi

Pray for my enemies
Lord I need clarity
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me
They use my couch when they needed the therapy
Took what they needed but never took care of me
They saw a dollar sign
Treat me like currency
Kill all they hopes and dreams if they wan' murder me
Sunshine on me

I love when it's sunny, that boy ain't no dummy
I slide off a gummy, y'all heard I got money
But still dressin' bummy, I'm sweeter than honey
I'm sweeter at rapping, he like what the f*ck happened?
Came back and he snappin', came back with a passion
These niggas was cappin', they talkin' on me (hmm)
I bought a .9 when that Covid hit
She said my Gucci don't go with it
Just tryna be happy, get money the motto
My girl hit the lotto, my sons all mulatto
My sons are all healthy, ain't shit you can tell me
I'm hotter than Nelly, they say that I'm smelly
Ain't never smelled wealthy I think
Yeah, I got mass drip like a sink
Skated, you not in the rink

Pray for my enemies
Lord I need clarity
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me
They use my couch when they needed the therapy
Took what they needed but never took care of me
They saw a dollar sign
Treat me like currency
Kill all they hopes and dreams if they wan murder me
Sunshine on me

Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me
Sunshine on me
I just let the sun shine on me
(I get my shine on) Sunshine on me
(I get my shine on) I just let the sun shine on me, yeah yeah
(I get my shine on, bitch I'm the golden child)(on me)



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Like A Thug

I don't know what it is, but
But ain't nothing like a thug love

Yeah, I'ma have to take it from the jump (jump)
Damn near might just do it just because (just because)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (f*ck you like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Ooh, that baby boy I like it rough (rough)
Tell me what to do and I be stuck (stuck)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Yeah, yeah

Pussy is power and I got a lot of it
If I'm bein' honest a lot of these niggas can't handle it
A lot of these niggas can't handle me (oh yeah)
Don't care who pursue you, they can't do you like I do you
If you get to actin' different, I can Erykah Badu you
Ain't no pressure on no D, I can trade you for a new you
It's goin' down, down, jet on drown, drown

From-from-from the jump (jump)
Damn near might just have to do it just because (just because)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (f*ck you like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Ooh, that baby boy I like it rough (rough)
Tell me what to do and I be stuck (stuck)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Yeah, yeah

Give me pussy whenever I need
She use her Rolls when I'm OT
She ain't no pest, she my bitch
Doggystyle, get on her knees
Whenever I leave, she give me her keys
Whenever she leave, I'm givin' her Gs
She's so blessed, she ain't gotta sneeze
I shut down Chanel, go Ashley
I see all these bitches, they on her
I'm a hustler, I came off the corner
When she wax, it's a sparkling water
From the back, I be tugging her shoulders
When I leave, she be calling me bogus
She a vegan, but eat up my polish
She was screamin', moanin', my semen explodin'
I'm so jealous, I'm honest
Can't no man give her massages
I ask, "Can we have car sex?"
F*ck in the garages
How you mad? I come from apartments
Not a rapper, I'm really a artist
Trust a plan B from Target
I need one son, I promise

I'ma have to take it from the jump (jump)
Damn near might just do it just because (just because)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (f*ck you like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Ooh, that baby boy I like it rough (rough)
Tell me what to do and I be stuck (stuck)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
I'ma have to f*ck you like a thug (like a thug)
Yeah, yeah



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It's Givin

Big Latto (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch, it's givin')
It's givin' bad bitch (bad bitch)
Never ever play me like I'm average (like I'm average, uh)

Never bring a nigga over where I lay my head (never)
Lady in the streets but a freak ho in the bed (freak)
Don't make me say it twice, bitch, I said what I said (the f*ck?)
Two things I don't need, that's a nigga or his bread (on God)
Sip me like some Hi-C 'cause you know I got the juice
She stay on her grind and she pull up in that new (skrrt)
Working 9 to 5 and she tryna finish school (yeah)
I bring the table to the table, nigga, why would I need you? (the f*ck?)

It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch, what? what?)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' bad bitch (bad bitch)
Never ever play me like I'm average (like I'm average, the f*ck?)
It's givin' rich bitch (rich bitch)
It's givin' rich bitch (rich bitch, it's givin')
It's givin' bad bitch (bad bitch)
Never ever play me like I'm average (like I'm average)

It's givin' broke (ew)
You wanna young bitch with ambition, play your role (play your role)
It's givin' Coke (ooh)
Bottle body, wanna hit it like some dope
I'm in that wham bam brand new Lamb'
Pull up, hop out, shut it down
Sloppy toppy, call him Papi when he make that slurpy sound
It's givin' cake by the pound (ooh)
It's givin' trips out of town (ooh)
Pussy water, he gon' sink or swim, I just might let him drown

Bottega heels in the club (yeah, yeah)
Bottega heels in the club (ayy)
Who ever thought that a bitch will be up?

It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch, what? what?)
It's givin' boss bitch (boss bitch)
It's givin' bad bitch (bad bitch)
Never ever play me like I'm average (like I'm average, the f*ck?)
It's givin' rich bitch (rich bitch)
It's givin' rich bitch (rich bitch, it's givin')
It's givin' bad bitch (bad bitch)
Never ever play me like I'm average (like I'm average)

It's givin' big Birkin
Close the curtain in the Rolls Royce, that's what it's givin' me, bitch
I don't know what it's givin' y'all
Y'all hoes givin' broke, busted and disgusted
(It's givin' boss bitch, boss bitch)
Lamb chop truck, but it cost, bitch (Santana, Santana)
Everything motherf*ckin' big
No small time, no small toys, no broke boys (no broke boys)
Big Latto



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Stepper

(Latto)
(The biggest, brrt)

Exotic Birkin cost a hunnid, I die 'bout my bih
This a new body, I don't gotta lie 'bout my shit
Red bone, red beam, when I shoot, I don't miss (brrt)
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch
FN in my Bottega, I die 'bout my fit
Flawless diamonds change the climate, nigga, all my shit hit
Bitch, please don't get me started 'cause you know how I get (bitch)
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch

Ayy, yeah, I'm hurt (yeah, I'm hurt)
Pussy pink (what?) like my birth
Klein County (Klein County), that's my turf
I get a ho touched like a perv' (like a perv')
Twenty-two in a '22 that ain't came out
On the gram, keep it cute 'fore you die 'bout that clout (bitch)
I don't do too much talkin', bitches know what I'm 'bout
Yeah, I talk big shit 'cause my money match my mouth
Four cars, but I still got a driver (skrrt)
That lil' ass advance, I could've signed it (broke ass)
He gone brag 'bout this pussy, he know I ain't got no mileage
We don't buy them chicks Birkins no more, that shit childish (what the f*ck?)
Backend, what I came for (all cash)
Big Bentayga, all paid for (all cash)
Shooters in the cut on payroll
Ho, you can't name a place I can't go

Exotic Birkin cost a hunnid, I die 'bout my bih
This a new body, I don't gotta lie 'bout my shit
Red bone, red beam, when I shoot, I don't miss
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch
FN in my Bottega, I die 'bout my fit
Flawless diamonds change the climate, nigga, all my shit hit
Bitch, please don't get me started 'cause you know how I get
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch

And my bitch know I'm a stepper, I'ma kill 'bout my ho
Send my bitch on the opps, she come back with that load (yeah)
Bust down my bitch, Cartier white gold
One stroke, two stroke, got her like, "Oh-oh"
Move hand, go deep, got her like, "Oh, no"
She my bitch and my twin 'cause we both got choked
She my bitch and my twin 'cause we both gon' blow
Put my guns in her name 'cause she know I can't get 'em
One drill she drove, she like, "Bae, go get 'em"
Put drip on my ho, she gotta walk with a sponge
And her walk drip too, she could start a whole pond
And I'm a don, she a don, we some motherf*ckin' dons
Wrap her legs when I nut, tryna make me a daughter
Wrap her legs when I nut, she want me to be a father
Shoot the club up, shot the club up, top shotta

Exotic Birkin cost a hunnid, I die 'bout my bih
This a new body, I don't gotta lie 'bout my shit (what?)
Red bone, red beam, when I shoot, I don't miss (brrt)
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch
FN in my Bottega, I die 'bout my fit
Flawless diamonds change the climate, nigga, all my shit hit
Bitch, please don't get me started 'cause you know how I get (bitch)
And my nigga, he a stepper, he gon' die 'bout his bitch



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Trust No Bitch

Whoa
Latto
Big Latto (guaranteed milli')

Yeah, ayy, I feel like the realest bitch to ever do it (yeah)
Made a mil' and ran through it
I make, "I don't need a nigga, get the bag myself" music
Bad bitch, bad influence
Money talks and I speak fluent
Big Latto, short for lottery (D.A. got that dope)
So f*ck I look like losing?
Poppin' shit, no Percocet (whoa)
'Bout a check, f*ck the rest
Stay out the way, I'm at home wit' a yo, like I'm on house arrest
In my bag and out the mess
Bitches trash, I ain't impressed (nah)
I can't tell if bitches sellin' records so they sellin' sex (uh)
Speak on me for clout, tryna drag it, that's your only hype
It's just me, the pilot and my bag, it's just a lonely flight (yeah)
Done playin' nice, 'cause bitch, this pole ain't light (brrt)
I been on these bitches ass since I touched that mic (on God)

I can't trust no bitch (trust no ho)
Get rich, watch they switch (yeah)
I can't trust no bitch (trust no ho, nah)
Get rich, watch they switch
(Latto, on God)
I can't trust no

Bitch, or a nigga (nah)
They ain't believe me, had to show a nigga (yeah)
Bitches tried to go big, I f*cked around and showed 'em bigger (bitch)
Four story, seven-figure crib, somewhere on the villa (brrt)
I ain't goin' nowhere, so it's best these bitches get familiar (Latto)
Rich bitch, go getter (ayy)
I could be a gold digger (yeah)
Got 'em waitin' on my shit to drop like I'm a dope dealer
Truth in the booth but in the bed, bitch I ain't no spitter (uh)
Cuban on my neck'll make your motherf*ckin' throat shiver
No glitter, verse killer, smoke off to the first bidder (ayy)
Trash ass rap bitches droppin', that's some more litter
Big Latto, ain't nothing little but the waist (yeah)
Sneak diss but in person, bitches try to plead they case (the f*ck?)
Treat a nigga like my liquor, ain't not one of 'em get chased (yeah)
In my bag, two years straight, bitches prayin' I take a break (on God)

I can't trust no bitch (trust no ho)
Get rich, watch they switch (yeah)
I can't trust no bitch (trust no ho, nah)
Get rich, watch they switch (no ho)
I can't trust no, bitch



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Bussdown

Yeah
Big Latto (Romano)
Yeah (OG Parker)

Two hunnid racks on me (cash)
Brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me

VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice)
Feeling like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
They ain't f*ck with me back then, now they all on me

Couple bitches praying that I fall
Real diamonds they ain't got a flaw
It ain't nothing to cut a nigga off
Can't tell me I don't put on for the south
Circle small (yeah), feel like I seen it all (yeah(
Young bitch, I be blowing through it like I might not see tomorrow
Ain't no pressure, count my blessings
I don't really need no nigga (need no nigga)
Watched all my friends turned into opps
So I don't really got no feelings (got no feelings)
Birkin, new bag alert (brrt)
These hoes be bad and burned (brrt)
I see these bitches took the big, no cap, I did it first (ha)
Bitch

Two hunnid racks on me (cash)
Brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me

VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice)
Feeling like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
They ain't f*ck with me back then, now they all on me

Save five hunnid racks for the Pateks, I'm getting richy
I used Amiri jeans for recreation
I hit the lotto dawg, I powerball, I'm serving bases
I smoke the bizarro dawg, the black and mild ain't what you thinking
How could you ever even sleep on me?
I skeet on her, she skeet on me
She ain't never had the Z-O-E, I make it hard to cheat on me
You the only bitch who got a verse
I might candy paint a hearse
And lift it up, I know you heard
That when it's up I'm shooting first
I'm getting money baby, try cash for the hitman
Bussing down the ink can, bussing down on anything
Hit the left on discount, swerve the vert, switch lanes
I'm in the cut with a blick man, I'm dragging my nuts my dick hanging

Two hunnid racks on me (cash)
Brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me

VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice)
Feeling like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout (la, la, la)
I'm getting money
They ain't f*ck with me back then, now they all on me (on me, on me)

(Latto)
(OG Parker)



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Soufside

(Big Latto)
(June you're a genius)
(Yeah)

Big Latto, dope as gelato
Hoe on my dick for a follow
Nasty lil' bitch and I swallow
Drink that shit straight out the bottle
F*ck it, I'm runnin' shit up
Murk a rap bitch is a must
Two tone Glock and it's tucked (yeah)

G5, just me and the pilot
Butt naked, tannin' on islands
These niggas flexin', they cap (cap)
Latto ain't catchin' no bodies
Good head, ain't been in no college
Bitch I'm some pressure, I'm solid (yeah)
ClayCo, we poppin' like Molly (yeah)
And all my bitches exotic (yeah)

I'm from the Soufside
Boujee bitches and dope boys (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Riverdale out to Lovejoy (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Poppin' shit like I run shit (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Not the two, I'm the one, bitch

Panamera comin' down Tara
Audemar cost a Camaro
Hoe think she f*ckin with Latto?
Bitch can't see me in the mirror
Steppin' on shit in these Christians
Palm Angels on me, I'm sinnin'
Hit up South Lake in my Bentley
From Pointe South straight to them millions
Been cuttin' checks like Johnny
Been poppin', been gettin' money
Know these bitches barely gettin' by
Big Latto chain, dropped a hunnid
Rex Road back to Flat Shoals
Back to back to back to back shows
Back to back the Lam' and the Rolls
Old Nat, back to ClayCo

Bitch, I'm from the Soufside
Boujee bitches and dope boys (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Riverdale out to Lovejoy (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Poppin' shit like I run shit (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Not the two, I'm the one, bitch

I'm from the Soufside
Boujee bitches and dope boys (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Riverdale out to Lovejoy (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Poppin' shit like I run shit (yeah)
I'm from the Soufside
Not the two, I'm the one, bitch

(Bitch, I'm from the Soufside)
(Bitch, I'm from the Soufside)



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Sleep Sleep

Smoke and ride and pull up on me (yeah)
Don't play with me (nah)
He gon' make time for a bitch like me (yeah)
Real P.I.M.P (yeah)
Been out all day, come stay with me
Stay home with me (stay home with me)
Pussy so wet, all on the sheets
Tonight I sleep with nothin' on (damn)
In the bed with nothin' on (on)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (uh), in the bed with nothin' on (uh)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (I sleep), in the bed with nothin' on (yeah)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (sleep), in the bed with nothin' on, uh

You know I love it when you hit it with my legs up (legs up)
I'm your medicine, now come and get a check up (check up)
And I be ready to put it where your face is
Hop on top, we swap and trade places (uh)
You know the type, ride the dick like a dirt bike (dirt bike)
Nothin' on, come home from a long night (come home)
I know you know what I like, 'cause your anatomy right (yeah)
I got 'em grippin' on the thighs and the cellulite (ooh)
It's a movie (movie)
Call out, "Lights, camera, action", (yeah) yeah
But we never actin', this shit candid (ayy)
Talkin' right (right), so tight come slip inside (inside)
305, that slippy slide, I leave a nigga hypnotized (uh)

Smoke and ride and pull up on me (yeah)
Don't play with me (nah)
He gon' make time for a bitch like me (yeah)
Real P.I.M.P (yeah)
Been out all day, come stay with me
Stay home with me (stay home with me)
Pussy so wet, all on the sheets
Tonight I sleep with nothin' on (damn)
In the bed with nothin' on (on)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (uh), in the bed with nothin' on (uh)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (I sleep), in the bed with nothin' on (yeah)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (sleep), in the bed with nothin' on, uh

Choke me, stroke me 'til I go to sleep
Missionary, make my forehead touch my knees
Keith Sweat, SWV, Jagged Edge, to that Jodeci
I throw it back to the B
Put your face in my cheeks
Make eye contact, it do something to me
When you put the tip in, know I like when you tease
Leaving scratches on my body, when you grip and you squeeze
Look, baby, I'm a freak (freak), I ain't with the shy shit
Tell me how you want it, ice cubes, we could try shit
Sendin' nudes when you at the studio locked in
Put it on you soon as you walk in
Got him like, "F*ck, when you 'bout to nut?"
Playin' with myself when he put it in my gut
Nigga, you know how I get when the Clase in my cup
Pull up on me, let me show you what's up

Smoke and ride and pull up on me (yeah)
Don't play with me (nah)
He gon' make time for a bitch like me (yeah)
Real P.I.M.P (yeah)
Been out all day, come stay with me
Stay home with me (stay home with me)
Pussy so wet, all on the sheets
Tonight I sleep with nothin' on (damn)
In the bed with nothin' on (on)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (uh), in the bed with nothin' on (uh)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (I sleep), in the bed with nothin' on (yeah)
Tonight I sleep-sleep (sleep), in the bed with nothin' on, uh

(In the bed with nothin' on)
(In the, in the bed with nothin' on)
(Tonight I sleep-sleep in the bed with nothin' on)
(In the, in the bed with nothin' on)



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Real One

I gave you that image
Nigga, I had options
I felt disrespected (ayy)
So you just lost one
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch (ayy)
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch
Nigga, you just, you just, you just, you just lost one (ayy)
You just lost a real bitch (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch

Why the f*ck you just so toxic? (toxic)
Make a bitch a lot more heartless (ayy)
Tryna pick it up but you lost it (ayy)
Shoulda been way more cautious (yeah)
Bring me back the Bentley keys (skrrt)
F*ck out my life, don't mention me (ayy)
Should've been your only (only)
So hold this L for lonely, yeah

I gave you that image
Nigga, I had options
But I felt disrespected (ayy)
So you just lost one
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch (ayy)
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch
Nigga, you just, you just, you just, you just lost one (ayy)
You just lost a real bitch (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch

Not the wife type, I'm the type that you fight (yeah)
Chain nigga light, ain't believing all the hype (hype)
Made his ass bougie out in first class flights (ayy)
Pushing out some shit you never seen in your life (life)
Disrespectful niggas don't deserve bad bitches (ayy)
Know she ain't fiction, not a word of that sentence (ayy)
If he hit you, bitch, you betta curb that nigga (ayy)
Nigga cheat on me, I prolly murk that nigga, yeah

I gave you that image (ayy)
Nigga, I had options (ayy)
I felt disrespected (ayy)
So you just lost one
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch (ayy)
You just lost one (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch
Nigga, you just, you just (ayy), you just, you just lost one (ayy)
You just lost a real bitch (ayy)
Nigga, you just lost a real bitch
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