westside gunn - lotto lyrics
[intro: westside gunn]
grr
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, k!ll or be k!lled, you know the motto
jean paul, you know the goggles
flowers on the bottles
don’t make me catch a hommo
fire out the nozzle
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, hangin’ out the tesla s
with the tight [?], ain’t n-body f-ck with west
i used to dump all my crack, plus i had the best
dope money, i got obsessed, you can’t connect
make a million off the front steps, you know the rest
for my n-gg-s didn’t tell when the feds swept
took the top off the corvette and jesus wept
you ain’t never seen these fear of god sweats, don’t hold your breath
uh, fiends say i got the best ever
he lit a [?] in front of [?], had the g-wag revvin’
pyrexes beyond measures
i seen my celly drop tears on that late night, stressin’
push the key, line 7
in all my jewels, up in v-live flexin’
crossin’ all my ts, i had to go to court
24 a key, make a n-gg- snort
get your sh-t shot off for a short
get you stabbed goin’ to yard for a pack of newports
like too $hort, face draped, louis scarf
i don’t give a f-ck who you are
[chorus: westside gunn]
k!ll or be k!lled, you know the motto
jean paul, you know the goggles
flowers on the bottles
don’t make me catch a hommo
fire out the nozzle
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
[verse 2: benny]
yo, look, uh
saran rap the money, she f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
her brother work for us, her pops told her i was dangerous
f-ck my b-tch in the hills, n-gg-, and i ain’t talkin’ fashion
i’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion and a crib in calabasas
whippin’ work ’til it melt, got me the shirt with the belt
they respect it when the bosses put the work in theyself, look
i’m from a different era, i ain’t used to all this pump fakin’
they gon’ front page us if they catch us in this bus station
free my n-gg- dowy g, ’cause all he got is gun cases
word is in clinton, he shot six n-gg-s with one razor
yeah, y’all got y’all jewels on, but you be scared to come places
i be in the slums, starin’ back, like, “come take it”
my plug got knocked and all i had left was one payment
but he kept it g, ’cause i ain’t seen my name in one statement
came to runnin’ grams, i was number one in fam, sh-t
by the time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand
i’m a real n-gg-, i been gucci, got dressed, i’m in gucci
crazy sh-t is everyday, we lit, like yfn lucci
every rap, you got about 20 macs and 10 uzis
then why you ain’t been shoot me?
man, you n-gg-s been groupies, let’s go
[chorus: westside gunn]
k!ll or be k!lled, you know the motto
jean paul, you know the goggles
flowers on the bottles
don’t make me catch a hommo
fire out the nozzle
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
shot eight n-gg-s, i hit the lotto
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