Songtexte LOTTO (feat. Benny the Butcher) - Westside Gunn , Benny The Butcher

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Ayo, kill or be killed, you know the motto
Jean Paul's, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a ammo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto

Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S (skrrt)
With the tight rag, ain't nobody fuck with West (grr)
I used to dump all my crack, plus I had the best (ah)
Dope money, I got obsessed, you can't connect (uh-huh)
Make a million off the front steps, you know the rest
This for my niggas didn't tell when the feds swept (uh-huh)
Took the top off the Corvette, Jesus wept
You never seen these Fear of God sweats, don't hold your breath (uh-huh)

Fiends say I got the best ever
He lit a steel in front of Mess, had the G-Wag revvin' (vroom-vroom)
Pyrexes beyond measures
I seen my celly drop tears on that late night, stressin'
Push the key, line seven (skrrt)
In all my jewels, up in V-Live flexin' (flexin')
Crossin' all my Ts, I had to go to court (ah)
24 a key, make a nigga snort (sniff)

Get your shit 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 fuck who you are (uh-huh)

Kill or be killed, you know the motto
Jean Paul's, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a ammo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto (yo, look, uh)

Saran rap the money, she fuck me 'cause I'm famous (nigga)
Her brother work for us (uh-huh), her pops told her I was dangerous (yeah)
Fuck my bitch in the hills, nigga, and I ain't talkin' fashion (nah)
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 (yeah), I ain't used to all this pump fakin' (no, I'm not)
They gon' front page us if they catch us in this bus station

Free my nigga Dowy G, 'cause all he got is gun cases
Word is in Clinton, he shot six niggas with one razor
Yeah, y'all got y'all jewels on, but y'all be scared to come places (ah)
I be in the slums, starin' back, like, "Come take it"
My plug got knocked and all I had left is 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, shit
By time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand

I'm a real nigga, I been Gucci, got dressed, I'm in Gucci
Crazy shit is every day, we lit, like YFN Lucci
Every rap, you got about 20 MACs and ten Uzis
Then why you ain't been shootin'?
Man, ya niggas been groupies, let's go

Kill or be killed, you know the motto
Jean Paul's, you know the goggles
Flowers on the bottles
Don't make me catch a ammo
Fire out the nozzle
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto
Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto