Lottery
Spreadin' rumors they jealous of me
Don't want ya man but he stalk my IG
Sendin' me hearts but I left him on seen
Addicted to me I swear he is a fiend
These chickens hate but I cannot relate
Slid in the Lex so we went on a date
Put steak and shrimp all on his plate
He lick me up like he never ate
You think that a fat ass is gon keep a nigga
He'll plant the seed and I'll reap a nigga
But I got a friend he'll straight sleep a nigga
When he pull up he rollin' deep w hittas
Don't need a nigga cause I am the man
She can't keep her nigga cause he a fan
I'm gon beat a nigga if he cross me again
I'll straight feed a nigga if he hungry again
When I hop on the mic I just be talkin' shit
You think it's about you well that's on you bitch
When I'm up all these haters gon throw a fit
Cause they doubtin' me now just wait on it
That man for the streets
A freak in the sheets
A beast on the beats
But he off his leash
That girl she a feast
Y'all cant compete
They hatin' cause I am so bourgeoisie
Uh
I'm lookin' so good he think he hit the lottery
Yeah as he should he wanna take a shot me
Hell yeah Imma brat so he know he gotta please
Yeah he kinda hood I know that he mobbin' deep
These niggas my sons they don't know who they father be
I'm realer than real these lames make a mockery
Old jawn is jealous that's why I let her follow me
Don't mind if you hate I never let it bother me
Broke ya man's neck made him do a 180 like I'm an exorcist
He broke but wanna act hella rich
He like that I'm so elegant
He told me I am heaven sent
He mad that I ain't let him hit
I told him I am celibate
He on that Helen Keller shit
I know I'm pretty as fuck
Lookin' at myself I'm madly in love
Yeah you can look but you better not touch
Too hot to handle babe I am too much
That girl she a hater but we never met
She muggin' at me like she know I'm the best
They say that I'm slept on yo nigga ain't slept
I'm runnin' the game yeah they call me the ref
Uh
I'm lookin' so good he think he hit the lottery
Yeah as he should he wanna take a shot me
Hell yeah Imma brat so he know he gotta please
Yeah he kinda hood I know that he mobbin' deep
These niggas my sons they don't know who they father be
I'm realer than real these lames make a mockery
Old jawn is jealous that's why I let her follow me
Don't mind if you hate I never let it bother me
Don't want ya man but he stalk my IG
Sendin' me hearts but I left him on seen
Addicted to me I swear he is a fiend
These chickens hate but I cannot relate
Slid in the Lex so we went on a date
Put steak and shrimp all on his plate
He lick me up like he never ate
You think that a fat ass is gon keep a nigga
He'll plant the seed and I'll reap a nigga
But I got a friend he'll straight sleep a nigga
When he pull up he rollin' deep w hittas
Don't need a nigga cause I am the man
She can't keep her nigga cause he a fan
I'm gon beat a nigga if he cross me again
I'll straight feed a nigga if he hungry again
When I hop on the mic I just be talkin' shit
You think it's about you well that's on you bitch
When I'm up all these haters gon throw a fit
Cause they doubtin' me now just wait on it
That man for the streets
A freak in the sheets
A beast on the beats
But he off his leash
That girl she a feast
Y'all cant compete
They hatin' cause I am so bourgeoisie
Uh
I'm lookin' so good he think he hit the lottery
Yeah as he should he wanna take a shot me
Hell yeah Imma brat so he know he gotta please
Yeah he kinda hood I know that he mobbin' deep
These niggas my sons they don't know who they father be
I'm realer than real these lames make a mockery
Old jawn is jealous that's why I let her follow me
Don't mind if you hate I never let it bother me
Broke ya man's neck made him do a 180 like I'm an exorcist
He broke but wanna act hella rich
He like that I'm so elegant
He told me I am heaven sent
He mad that I ain't let him hit
I told him I am celibate
He on that Helen Keller shit
I know I'm pretty as fuck
Lookin' at myself I'm madly in love
Yeah you can look but you better not touch
Too hot to handle babe I am too much
That girl she a hater but we never met
She muggin' at me like she know I'm the best
They say that I'm slept on yo nigga ain't slept
I'm runnin' the game yeah they call me the ref
Uh
I'm lookin' so good he think he hit the lottery
Yeah as he should he wanna take a shot me
Hell yeah Imma brat so he know he gotta please
Yeah he kinda hood I know that he mobbin' deep
These niggas my sons they don't know who they father be
I'm realer than real these lames make a mockery
Old jawn is jealous that's why I let her follow me
Don't mind if you hate I never let it bother me
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Writer(s): Angelimani Bateman
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