Lotto

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 b–ch, ayy
I ain’t have much, just a wishlist (A wishlist)
Now the broke n–ga doin’ big s–t (Big s–t)
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, n–ga 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 s–t, ain’t s–t changed (s–t changed)
But n–gas get lame when you get fame (Brra)
Can’t sleep at night ’till I get brain
Got mean -ss pipe and a d–k game
I got a b–ch 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 b–ch, 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 b–ch 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 b–ch 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 n–ga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto (Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers, follow (Bah-bah)
I’m the realest n–ga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto

Why do I feel like [?]? (Oh-oh)
Smoke y’all n–gas, 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’ n–ga for ransom (Ooh)
I moved from the trap to a mansion (Mansion)
Went from the Uber to a Phantom (Word)
n–gas gassed up, don’t [?]
I’ve never been pretty but my mom think I’m handsome (Yeah)
I hate n–gas that flex on cameras (Cameras)
Lil’ kids always tryna throw [?] (Yeah)
All you motherf–kas drive like [?]
If you can get wash, I thought you wouldn’t have her
I got a b–ch 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 n–ga (Rich n–ga)
You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger (Oh)
I ain’t got patience for b–ch n–gas (Oh)
Rap you on the bass, [?]
Your b–ch 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 n–ga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto (Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers, follow (Bah-bah)
I’m the realest n–ga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the f–kin’ lotto


Lotto” is a song by Joyner Lucas from his second studio album ADHD dropped March 12, 2020 via Tully.

Joyner Lucas ADHD

Joyner Lucas – ADHD