Death Lotto (Remix)

Don't need no friends
I got bitches on my line
Imma write you on my Death Note
Don't waste my time

If you wanna fuck with me
I'll fucking light you up inside
And if you tryna have some fun
I'll fucking put you in a tie like

Bitch I'm on go go go go go
Like bitch I'm on a roll roll roll roll roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean

What the fuck you want from me?
Boy you ain't shit, I pack a treat
Like I'm just tryna fuck, I don't want nothing in between

God damn, made a check off Vendetta
Muthafuckas try to copy, but they couldn't do it better (wait)
Keep a stone muthafucka got me feeling like Roseta
Raid a tombstone grip, don't trip under weather

Who are you better than, play on my lethermaid
Been doing shit, muthafucka I'm a veteran
I'm a big dog, big shooter I'm competitive (wait)
Came in this bitch, muthafucka and I'm ending it (wait)

You wouldn't know what to do if you were in my position (wait)
I made a problem, now it really is a competition (wait)
If he wanna try me, he gone' end up in a mortician (wait)
Ay me and Grioten going up like

Bitch I'm on go go go with a muthafuckin poll
And I came with a vendetta leaving bodies on the floor
All these diamonds on me dancing you gone' really see em' glow
Got me stomping on the beat, and now we switching up the flow

There are many types of monsters in this world
Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble
Monsters who abduct children
Monsters who devour dreams
Monsters who suck blood
And monsters who always tell lies

What I say?
I don't want no fucking bitch
I might pull up with a stick
Mr. SAD boutta send you to the crib
Muthafuckas always talking, but they never say shit
Falling off muthafucka, steady grind like a bitch
Sadfriendd breakdancing on your face like this
Two stepping on your body cause I dance like this
Tombstones raidgrip, muthafucka dethgrip
With a nimble in my vein
Call me doctor cause I'm sick

Now everything that was in my way is gone
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
It's only a matter of time before I get rid of the police
What do you think of that, L?
This is my perfect victory!
That's right
I WIN!!!

Bitch I'm on go go go go go
Like bitch I'm on a roll roll roll roll roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean

What the fuck you want from me?
Boy you ain't shit, I pack like a treat
Like I'm just tryna fuck, I don't want nothing in between



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Writer(s): Aaron Brandford, Grio Ten, Ov G
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