Lotto lyrics

[Intro]

Mally Mall

[Verse 1]

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

[Bridge]

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)

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Bridge]

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)

[Verse 4]

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)

[Chorus]

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