Rap Star (Winning The Lotto)

(Paula, what the fuck is this?)
(I don't know, just some rap shit)
(Galaxy)
(Yeah)
(Get that bag Getro)
(LP)
(Paula)

I ain't repeat shit, yeah I done said enough times I'm that nigga, I really believe it
I'm fly as a bitch, the way that I'm winning and shit got me mean, bitch I'm back on my demon
I'm smoking on reefer, the way that I'm gassing the blunt got me up the clouds, in my region
I ain't fuck with these niggas, I did all this shit on my own, I don't need you, we ain't ever teaming
I got to this cheese, ain't talking no queso, got paper, I'm dancing in dollars, I'm dripped out Prada
The way that I'm riding the beat like a Mazda, I still got my Insight ain't talking bout Honda
She a Bratz doll, bad to the bone like she Sasha, fucking with you, nah she fucking with Paula
I'm gon be a rap star, they playing my shit cross' the seas I done told you I'm winning the lotto

I just swipe my card cause I'm him, they wanted to sign me back in '19
They know Paula back, I said all my vows to the game, yeah this rap shit I gave her a ring
And who you know rap like this in real life, don't ring a bell, nah that shit still don't ring
And I don't do pop and nor do my niggas but call up Montay and that choppa gon sing
I'm still stepping on shit, you know it
Bought a new watch and my wrist, it's glowing
Body a beat, yeah I spit, I'm flowing
Stuffed all these blues in my pants, I'm bloated
LP, I'm goated, I think that it's showing
On sickening shit, I ain't talking bout COVID
Lil nigga I'm up and we ain't toe to toeing
If I step in a room, when they see me, they focus
I been in they ass since I dropped that song Fuego, they wanting my help, had to pass, hot potato
And how I'm a flop when my third song did numbers you ain't ever seen less' you working with Legos
I'm might snap on a bitch, I ain't talking bout Thanos
These niggas is fake, put together like Play-doh
You know I'm a god of this war, like I'm Kratos
If you wanted a shoutout, quit beefing and say so
I know I'm the one, and how do I know that, niggas is subbing and won't say my name
I swear on momma, my grandma, my sister, my cousin, you diss me, it won't be the same
And yeah I might rap, but I got my eyes on the prize like a bulleye, you ain't got no aim
And bitches stay speaking on me like they wasn't just living on stimmys, you bitches is lame

I ain't repeat shit, yeah I done said enough times I'm that nigga, I really believe it
I'm fly as a bitch, the way that I'm winning and shit got me mean, bitch I'm back on my demon
I'm smoking on reefer, the way that I'm gassing the blunt got me up the clouds, in my region
I ain't fuck with these niggas, I did all this shit on my own, I don't need you, we ain't ever teaming
I got to this cheese, ain't talking no queso, got paper, I'm dancing in dollars, I'm dripped out Prada
The way that I'm riding the beat like a Mazda, I still got my Insight ain't talking bout Honda
She a Bratz doll, bad to the bone like she Sasha, fucking with you, nah she fucking with Paula
I'm gon be a rap star, they playing my shit cross' the seas I done told you I'm winning the lotto