Lotta

Yes sir
I'm riding to my hoe
I swear I'm some X's I'm bout to slide it down her throat
After that, imma ball and then slide onto Melrose
She down for me and all It's like the hoe don't tell me no
Just how them bands just tell me go
She wanna hold hands I wanna hold dough
I don't romance I just count bands
If it's about plans then tell me more
If that's the law then I don't know
He think hard then we gonna know
We'll put something hot up in his heart
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Meters, beaters, cleavage, heaters
I be smoking a lotta weed
I be toting a lotta heat
In my Ksubis and Robin jeans
I be plotting a lotta schemes
Straight out the fire, I swear I'm the hottest survivor
I'm chill I don't do no flossing
You a copper? My niggas will rob ya
Run through like he rocking a visor, if I'm hot I'll blow no geyser
Fucker her in a four door Mazda, it was cool but that hoe got mileage
Some tempt but I tried no molly goddamn I don't trust nobody
I was about to lose my body, hell now couldn't do no lean
Flex up no creatine, no rest know he a demon
She felt so by herself, I told her we a team
And that's what I really mean
I don't just say anything

I haven't seen this much cash in months
I'm going OT it's adding up
I stuff my jeans ain't had enough, score for my team like batter up
And now they beam they cameras because these niggas dappered up
I'm stepping through I'm flee as fuck
I see my G and dap him up, it's hard to go back to Dallas
But that shit be automatic, my dawg that's all the sadness
I bawled just saw yo casket, now I'm a back on grinding shit
Because I know you proud of this
And you know how timing get, that shit not a lot of ticks
I be up out the streets
At home just a lotta of beats
If I wrote it's a lotta sheets
But I don't cause my style is free
Imma just be honest girl
Because I don't know how to cheat
She said you got to leave
Oh boy don't bother me



Credits
Writer(s): Kendall Carradine
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