Lotto song by Joyner Lucas from Primary Album Adhd. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Trap music. The Record company is Twenty Nine Music Group. Released on March 12, 2020.
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Lotto Meaning
| [[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 ignant 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, cuatro 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, cuatro 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 ’til the fist hit him (Ooh) (He thought he had a plan ’til the fist hit him) , [Chorus] I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro 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, cuatro 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] |
Commonly asked questions
- Who is the person responsible for producing the lyrics of Lotto?
This lirics prodiucer by ISM & Mally Mall.
- Who wrote the song Lotto
Lotto song is written by Mally Mall, ISM & Joyner Lucas
