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Lyrics Lotto – Joyner Lucas

It’s my birthday, I’m ’bout to get lit-lit
Might blow a bag on the 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
Now the broke n**ga doin’ big s**t
I got the gun lock, loaded, I’m ignite
So keep one eye open like Slick Rick

I got the drip game, n**ga, I’m the big mane
Switch lanes on ’em, hit the mid range
Keep the big strap on me like a hitman
It go click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang

I ain’t never been s**t, ain’t s**t changed
But n**gas get lame when you get fame
Can’t sleep at night ’til I get brains
Got a mean ass pipe and a d**k game

I got a b**ch on my sofa
I got a chip on my shoulder
You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt
Then you got what you supposed to
I got hitters all over, told em’ this is all over
I take the kids on drugs
And line ’em all up and get ’em all sober

I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy
Credit card maxed out, ayy
I get lit then I act out, ayy
I ain’t wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy
They say I need to be 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 b**ch, maybe we just need space
I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey
I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy
I got stunners like Wayne, like BG
I got a hood b**ch all about the bread
And she only give me head ’cause the bed too squeaky
I’m too smart for a ho tryna G’ me
A b**ch 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 n**ga, I know
I just hit the f**kin’ lotto, oh
I just hit the f**kin’ lotto..②

Why do I feel like Manson
Smoke y’all n**gas
I feel like I just got cancer, ayy
Murderin’ streets, my anthem
All of y’all clowns is banter, ooh
Still can’t pull your pants up
Kidnap kids like Amber
Hold a lil’ n**ga for a ransom
I moved from the trap to the mansion
Went from the Uber to a Phantom

You n**gas gassed up, don’t amp em’
I’νe never been pretty
But my mom think I’m handsome
I hate n**gas that flex on camera
Lil’ kids always tryna throw tantrums
All you motherf**kas dry like dandruff
You can get washed and I’ll throw you in a hamper

I got a b**ch on my sofa
I got a chip on my shoulder
You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt
Then you got what you supposed to
I got hitters all over, told em’ this is all over
I take the kids on lean
And get ’em all clean and give ’em all soda

Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh
I ain’t gotta moνe, I renovate
I don’t really pray, I meditate, yeah
I ain’t gotta jump, I levitate
Always on time, I’m never late
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
You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger
I ain’t got patience for b**ch n**gas
Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger
Your b**ch is a thot, you had kids with her
Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter
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
I just hit the f**kin’ lotto, oh
I just hit the f**kin’ lotto..②…

➤ Written by Joyner Lucas
Album: ADHD
Produced by Mally Mall
Joyner Lucas | 2020

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