Lot of It
It's a lot of it, it's a lot of it
But I can handle it (I can)
You know that I keep the party lit (lit)
Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)
Bitch you can call me Michael Myers
The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)
Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me
Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)
Oops I meant Five and Below
Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows
Meet me at the after party
Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly
It's a party!
Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way
These janky promoters, they don't want to pay
I'm getting to the bag everyday
Man that's all I can say (All I can say)
Creeping like the weekend
But I'm thugging like a young thief in the night
These chains on me shine so bright
Baby girl you don't need no sunlight
We get a lot of it, I'm at the top of it
Top of my game, coaching like Popovich (Pop, pop)
Walking on beats, you know my legs hurting (They hurt)
And my gang the best, that is for certain (We the best)
Roll up them packs, we finna get geeked
We got good drinks and something to eat
Clean up on aisle two, make his ass sweep! (Sweep)
My name is DJ two three
And I been a DJ since fifth grade (The fifth)
Used to trap CDs and sell mixtapes (Trap)
But now I'm getting booked everyday (day)
From playing music, I just entertain (I'm entertaining)
In about two years, catch me at Rolling Loud
I'mma rock that motherfucker out! (Rock it out, rock it)
I'mma see whose really with me
And whose really not
Everybody can't get they shot
I pulled up from deep range
Ain't nobody think I could make it (But I did though)
If you get a chance then you better take it
Better know for damn sure I'm going places yea (I'm gone)
It's a lot of it, it's a lot of it
But I can handle it (I can)
You know that I keep the party lit (lit)
Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)
Bitch you can call me Michael Myers
The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)
Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me
Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)
Oops I meant Five and Below
Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows
Meet me at the after party
Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly
It's a party!
Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way
These janky promoters, they don't want to pay
I'm getting to the bag everyday
Man that's all I can say (All I can say)
Yea!
I get the bag everyday
Nah
You niggas better move and get out my way
Aha, ha
I got a lot, a lot, lot of pape
It's a lot of it, It's a lot of it
It's a lot of it
(Two three on the checkout)
(Let's get it)
But I can handle it (I can)
You know that I keep the party lit (lit)
Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)
Bitch you can call me Michael Myers
The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)
Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me
Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)
Oops I meant Five and Below
Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows
Meet me at the after party
Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly
It's a party!
Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way
These janky promoters, they don't want to pay
I'm getting to the bag everyday
Man that's all I can say (All I can say)
Creeping like the weekend
But I'm thugging like a young thief in the night
These chains on me shine so bright
Baby girl you don't need no sunlight
We get a lot of it, I'm at the top of it
Top of my game, coaching like Popovich (Pop, pop)
Walking on beats, you know my legs hurting (They hurt)
And my gang the best, that is for certain (We the best)
Roll up them packs, we finna get geeked
We got good drinks and something to eat
Clean up on aisle two, make his ass sweep! (Sweep)
My name is DJ two three
And I been a DJ since fifth grade (The fifth)
Used to trap CDs and sell mixtapes (Trap)
But now I'm getting booked everyday (day)
From playing music, I just entertain (I'm entertaining)
In about two years, catch me at Rolling Loud
I'mma rock that motherfucker out! (Rock it out, rock it)
I'mma see whose really with me
And whose really not
Everybody can't get they shot
I pulled up from deep range
Ain't nobody think I could make it (But I did though)
If you get a chance then you better take it
Better know for damn sure I'm going places yea (I'm gone)
It's a lot of it, it's a lot of it
But I can handle it (I can)
You know that I keep the party lit (lit)
Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)
Bitch you can call me Michael Myers
The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)
Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me
Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)
Oops I meant Five and Below
Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows
Meet me at the after party
Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly
It's a party!
Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way
These janky promoters, they don't want to pay
I'm getting to the bag everyday
Man that's all I can say (All I can say)
Yea!
I get the bag everyday
Nah
You niggas better move and get out my way
Aha, ha
I got a lot, a lot, lot of pape
It's a lot of it, It's a lot of it
It's a lot of it
(Two three on the checkout)
(Let's get it)
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Russell
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