Whole Lotta
Yeah, this that whole lotta muhfucka right here
Whole lotta this whole lotta that
Whole lotta everthing. 2X, YT, Whole Lotta
Whole lotta shit, beatchu can't do it like imma pop my shit till I'm rich
Came in the club, snuck through the side so you know I brought my Glock in this bitch
And I just bought my shit, stendo clip got a whole lotta shots in this bitch
So don't reach for my chain, cause I ain't goin for that shit I'll hate to have to pop in this bitch
Whole lotta shots, comin out the Glock, whole lotta bodies gone drop in this bitch
Whole lotta funds, toting big guns, lookin like I came with a mop in this bitch
Say he gon' shoot, he ain't got proof imma get me a coupe then hop in that bitch
I don't need no roof I don't need no tint, but she gone still give me top in that bitch
YT 2X bitch imma pop my shit, bitch imma pop my shit
If me and my girl break up right now I'm back on my heartless shit
All on my phone like "Where you been?!" I'm like "Got damn, don't start this shit!"
Whole lotta bands, Whole lotta shit, whole lotta clout lil bitch I'm lit
And I still got the juice I be hotter than soup, man y'all niggas can't tell me shit
Still get with it, just a young nigga from the hood, trynna make it out that shit
Don't lose yo life trynna pull my card fuck nigga, cause I'm really bout that shit
If I put it in my rap I ain't even gotta cap 'bout it nigga, cause I really got that shit
Y'all niggas like to hate when a nigga doin good I swear y'all niggas gotta stop that shit
Lame ass nigga wanna send me a song like bitch I know you ain't write that shit
I'm the type of nigga charge you for a verse, send the song I ain't even gone drop that shit
I hear your heart beating
You scared?
You nervous?
Lame ass nigga
Whole lotta, speed that shit up nigga I ain't even finna play
Ridin' with the first letter of my first name (What that mean?) that mean I be ridin' with the K
And my Glock stay loaded, nigga I don't show it, I don't pull it out cause it it ain't got no safe
I don't give a fuck what a nigga got to say, better watch yo tone nigga stay in yo place
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta mags, whole lotta bands pop a whole lotta tags
Whole lotta drip got a whole lotta splash got a whole lotta fame got a whole lotta cash
And I be lit, I don't like to text cause the hoes like to screenshot a nigga try to brag
Niggas like to hate, better play it safe stay outta my business and get you a bag
White Tee Gang, nigga I don't need nothin' else just a pair of earrings and a chain
I play games, bitch I ain't yo nigga, get that shit in yo brain
Whole nother leauge, niggas can't beef with me, niggas ain't in my lane
Nigga I'm me, nigga you know YT, bitch I ain't never been lame
And thats a fact, hit the bitch with the good dick, had her comin' back like crack
Then pass her to the gang, some of my niggas say crack, some of my niggas say brack
All my niggas bang, some of my niggas say cuz, some of my niggas say slatt
All my niggas with it, all my niggas on go, none of my niggas gone lack
Imma switch it up, I don't wanna talk about that, now I wanna talk about hoes
See these hoes...
Mann, Damn
Whole lotta this whole lotta that
Whole lotta everthing. 2X, YT, Whole Lotta
Whole lotta shit, beatchu can't do it like imma pop my shit till I'm rich
Came in the club, snuck through the side so you know I brought my Glock in this bitch
And I just bought my shit, stendo clip got a whole lotta shots in this bitch
So don't reach for my chain, cause I ain't goin for that shit I'll hate to have to pop in this bitch
Whole lotta shots, comin out the Glock, whole lotta bodies gone drop in this bitch
Whole lotta funds, toting big guns, lookin like I came with a mop in this bitch
Say he gon' shoot, he ain't got proof imma get me a coupe then hop in that bitch
I don't need no roof I don't need no tint, but she gone still give me top in that bitch
YT 2X bitch imma pop my shit, bitch imma pop my shit
If me and my girl break up right now I'm back on my heartless shit
All on my phone like "Where you been?!" I'm like "Got damn, don't start this shit!"
Whole lotta bands, Whole lotta shit, whole lotta clout lil bitch I'm lit
And I still got the juice I be hotter than soup, man y'all niggas can't tell me shit
Still get with it, just a young nigga from the hood, trynna make it out that shit
Don't lose yo life trynna pull my card fuck nigga, cause I'm really bout that shit
If I put it in my rap I ain't even gotta cap 'bout it nigga, cause I really got that shit
Y'all niggas like to hate when a nigga doin good I swear y'all niggas gotta stop that shit
Lame ass nigga wanna send me a song like bitch I know you ain't write that shit
I'm the type of nigga charge you for a verse, send the song I ain't even gone drop that shit
I hear your heart beating
You scared?
You nervous?
Lame ass nigga
Whole lotta, speed that shit up nigga I ain't even finna play
Ridin' with the first letter of my first name (What that mean?) that mean I be ridin' with the K
And my Glock stay loaded, nigga I don't show it, I don't pull it out cause it it ain't got no safe
I don't give a fuck what a nigga got to say, better watch yo tone nigga stay in yo place
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta mags, whole lotta bands pop a whole lotta tags
Whole lotta drip got a whole lotta splash got a whole lotta fame got a whole lotta cash
And I be lit, I don't like to text cause the hoes like to screenshot a nigga try to brag
Niggas like to hate, better play it safe stay outta my business and get you a bag
White Tee Gang, nigga I don't need nothin' else just a pair of earrings and a chain
I play games, bitch I ain't yo nigga, get that shit in yo brain
Whole nother leauge, niggas can't beef with me, niggas ain't in my lane
Nigga I'm me, nigga you know YT, bitch I ain't never been lame
And thats a fact, hit the bitch with the good dick, had her comin' back like crack
Then pass her to the gang, some of my niggas say crack, some of my niggas say brack
All my niggas bang, some of my niggas say cuz, some of my niggas say slatt
All my niggas with it, all my niggas on go, none of my niggas gone lack
Imma switch it up, I don't wanna talk about that, now I wanna talk about hoes
See these hoes...
Mann, Damn
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