LOTTA
Yeah
Yeyea, uh
Got a lotta, uh, yeah, got a lotta, uh, yeah
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta product I spent friday evening packing
And I got a lotta roaches that be banking on my backend
Imma visit amsterdam to spend a day or two maybe
Hit the German freeway AMG that bitch go 280
Rappers they ain't bout what they say, nah, they think they too wavy
How you rock a chain this big my dawg and shit fugazi? (Come on, man)
Wanna know bout big X? Fish scales and get stacks
Trap boy I fuck around put 20 bands where my wrist at
41 millimeter dawg make his broke ass go kiss that
Buddy ass got set up ol' lil plug boy got his lick snatched (Aww)
Aye when we pulled up you suckas went to the exit
While y'all worrying bout who said what I'm plotting on the next lick
The money dirty pussy that's the reason why I flex it
And always test the product so I cut open the plastic
Ran a couple laps around my hood like it was practice
If you ain't talkin' profit baby tell me what's the essence?
That 2030 vision buddy living in the past tense
Wanna get it crackin like the doctor buddy tap in
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta product I spent friday evening packing
And I got a lotta roaches that be banking on my backend
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta love for the hoes that I be smashin'
And she got a lotta ass when I'm pushin on that pelvis
Looking back on my timeline man that rollercoaster was a hella ride
I remember lil homeboy he was wildin' off on that Lemonizer
Trapstar I'm certified, blue check I'm verified
Cream Cake with a lil hash in a Backwood I'm paralyzed
I done did a lotta, uh, yeah, did a lotta sinnin
And I got a lotta, uh, yeah, got a lotta children
I done put you suckas on, yeah, y'all be just my children
Throwin' dirt all on my name pussy boy I'm not forgiving
5 of em done pulled up, tried to jump me they got jacked
Treat myself I GG up for some diamonds then I go cop that
100 racks off some trap shit pussy show me go top that
Bitches think that I'm cute
Now when I pull it out she gon, yeah (top that)
Ring around the rosie fill my pockets up with cash
I'm a hustla pull them bands up out my ass
I say, ring around the rosie fill my pockets up with cash
I'm a hustla pull them bands up out my ass
Yeah
Yeyea, uh
Got a lotta, uh, yeah, got a lotta, uh, yeah
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta product I spent friday evening packing
And I got a lotta roaches that be banking on my backend
Imma visit amsterdam to spend a day or two maybe
Hit the German freeway AMG that bitch go 280
Rappers they ain't bout what they say, nah, they think they too wavy
How you rock a chain this big my dawg and shit fugazi? (Come on, man)
Wanna know bout big X? Fish scales and get stacks
Trap boy I fuck around put 20 bands where my wrist at
41 millimeter dawg make his broke ass go kiss that
Buddy ass got set up ol' lil plug boy got his lick snatched (Aww)
Aye when we pulled up you suckas went to the exit
While y'all worrying bout who said what I'm plotting on the next lick
The money dirty pussy that's the reason why I flex it
And always test the product so I cut open the plastic
Ran a couple laps around my hood like it was practice
If you ain't talkin' profit baby tell me what's the essence?
That 2030 vision buddy living in the past tense
Wanna get it crackin like the doctor buddy tap in
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta product I spent friday evening packing
And I got a lotta roaches that be banking on my backend
Got a lotta problems I been hoping for a blessing
And I got a lotta sympathy for trappin' I can't help it, aye
Got a lotta love for the hoes that I be smashin'
And she got a lotta ass when I'm pushin on that pelvis
Looking back on my timeline man that rollercoaster was a hella ride
I remember lil homeboy he was wildin' off on that Lemonizer
Trapstar I'm certified, blue check I'm verified
Cream Cake with a lil hash in a Backwood I'm paralyzed
I done did a lotta, uh, yeah, did a lotta sinnin
And I got a lotta, uh, yeah, got a lotta children
I done put you suckas on, yeah, y'all be just my children
Throwin' dirt all on my name pussy boy I'm not forgiving
5 of em done pulled up, tried to jump me they got jacked
Treat myself I GG up for some diamonds then I go cop that
100 racks off some trap shit pussy show me go top that
Bitches think that I'm cute
Now when I pull it out she gon, yeah (top that)
Ring around the rosie fill my pockets up with cash
I'm a hustla pull them bands up out my ass
I say, ring around the rosie fill my pockets up with cash
I'm a hustla pull them bands up out my ass
Yeah
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Writer(s): Kilian Mizrahi
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