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Yeah yeah uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh ooh, Lotto cain
I grew up with role models Turned five cents to four dollars
Swing my door like Gucci J's done Damn near knocked the door off
Now swing me down on Rochelle Park right by that motel

Keep the car running, he think it's sweet, so he licked
Hold that, what is that, a tree branch switch
And pop it if you see a nigga itch Now swing me right back up on walnut-hill
Back to the spot with all the pills Finna fill up the room with collard greens

The pack came with a whole seamThe Glock came with a red beam
Get back before this whole sing You don't want nothing at all, alicia keys
But wait a minute, this shit gon' make him hate a minute
I was fucking this bitch, know he hate I'm in it

But a nigga won't play with me, play with your kids
And watch the little kids keep babysit
Stop paying these hoes, and pay attention
Gave them eight for the toad and four for Nixon

Don't step on my toes, I'm kicking, kicking
Pull up like Dennis, I'm cain the menace
You intimidate who Not me, better be cool, not me
When I cock on the Glock you'll be knock-knee

Better stay in your lane or the H.O.V
Pause that's too raw I was feeling like pac
Fuck them all, you a ho, billy bob
Monsters ball you the type get involved and call the laws

Who It's for the dogs you be flying bitches out
Not at all I'm a gangster my nigga my patience is minimal
Free my uncle snook and free them all
Made a left on pleasant run ducked the laws

You ain't smarter than me, you just a nerd
If you scared go to church but I went to church
So which one of them ushers said let it burn
Let it burn uh let it burn

I'm feeling like gold let it burn
You better believe it uhuh
Let it burn better believe it
Let it burn uh yeah

Who treat my Bm like my side hoe
Treat my side hoe like my rider
She set you up with no problems
That lil bitch there get violent

Treat my main bitch the starbcuks
She ate the dick like a starburst
Twist on that dick like a bottle
She say lotto baby my jaw hurt

Man take me right back to the spot
Finna make this shit when I pop out the crop
Wipe a lil nigga nose think he lost
I wasn't goin for the cross criss

I buy diamonds for my fists when I'm pissed
You buy diamonds for the bitch who a simple
Who is that who is he who is this
Same nigga that came up off of Nick bitch

Uh same nigga that came up off of Nick
I'm the same nigga that came up off of Nick
I buy jewelry for my fists when I'm pissed
You buy jewelry for the bitch who a simple

Who is that who is he who is this
Same nigga that came up off of Nick
Same nigga that came up off of Nick



Credits
Writer(s): Damar Cain
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