Lotto Lyrics – Joyner Lucas: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Lotto” from the Album ADHD sung by Joyner Lucas. This song is produced by Mally Mall.
Lotto Lyrics – Joyner Lucas
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
I just need cake and a thick bitch, 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 ignat
So keep one eye open like Slick Rick (Brra, brrra-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” a big man (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 ’till I get brain
Got 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)
Tell them this is all over (All over)
I take the kids on drugs and line ’em all up and get ’em all sober (Ooh)
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
They say I need to be fake (Fake)
I think I need to be straight, fix your vibe, you need to be lace
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 [?] (Like [?])
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 squeak (Too squeak)
I’m too smart for a ho try to G, a bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me
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)
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
Why do I feel like [?]? (Oh-oh)
Smoke y’all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy (Ayy)
Murder the streets, my anthem
All of y’all clown, it’s banter, ooh (Banter)
Still can’t pull your pants up, kidnap kids like Amber (Ayy)
Hold a lil’ nigga for ransom (Ooh)
I moved from the trap to a mansion (Mansion)
Went from the Uber to a Phantom (Word)
Niggas gassed up, don’t [?]
I’ve never been pretty but my mom think I’m handsome (Yeah)
I hate niggas that flex on cameras (Cameras)
Lil’ kids always tryna throw [?] (Yeah)
All you motherfuckas drive like [?]
If you can get wash, I thought you wouldn’t have her
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)
Tell them 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
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
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)
Rap you on the bass, [?]
Your bitch is a thot, you got 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 (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto, oh (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
Joyner Lucas – Lotto Song Details
Song: Lotto
Singer: Joyner Lucas
Produced by: Mally Mall
Album: ADHD
Written By: Joyner Lucas
Release Date: March 12, 2020