Текст песни Ally Lotti - 7eddy

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah (now)

You know I fuck up any beat (whoa)
I hop in the booth while I smoke some exotic (yeah, yeah)
Only wear Christian Dior and Givenchy (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I had to show 'em I got it (got it)
You see all these racks, you know I got plenty
And a bad bitch on my body (body)
Can't trust any bitch, they sellin' they soul (no)
I don't fuck with Ally Lotti (yeah)

Got all of these racks, yeah, I'm rich
But honestly, I don't even need that much (no way)
I'm at the top of the game
I ain't takin' the blame from a bitch I don't trust (hell no)
All of them sip Robitussin ('Tussin)
I'ma just smoke up a blunt at the function
Bitch, I'ma win, no discussion (yeah)
She got no respect, yeah, that shit is disgusting

Yeah (yeah)
Lil' bro, you just not cut out for this work (work)
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk (clerk)
They know I'm sick, and I don't need a cert (cert)
Best in my city, you know I'm the first (first)
Too many racks, yeah, this shit is a curse (curse)
I heard your music, that shit was the worst (worst)
Come to my crib, and you leave in a hearse, yeah (you dig?)

Yeah, I got this shit goin' on
They wanna find me, they know where I'm from
She came to my crib just to smell my cologne (cologne)
Huh, no way (no way)
Can fuck any bitch any day (bitch)
Already know what you finna gon' say (you say)
You just a hater boy, you is a lame (a lame)

Talkin' all tough on my name, it's a game (ayy, ayy)
But you won't say that shit right to my face (come on)
'Cause if you did, boy, I'll be catchin' a case (a case)
You gonna need hands or you gonna need mace (yeah)
I'm in the club and I'm turnt up (turnt, turnt)
I still remember my first W (W)
Text if you need to get served up (served)
Shorty said I was her first love (first)

Moshpit, I'm takin' my shirt off (shirt)
This shit real diamond, not zircons
My fit all white, got no dirt on it (dirt)
I found new rappers to murk on (yeah, yeah)
That's not your money, I make mine (make mine)
I call my ho through the FaceTime (face, face)
My music crossin' the state lines (whoa, whoa)
You takin' one bitch, I take nine (yeah, yeah)

Yeah (yeah)
Lil' bro, you just not cut out for this work (work)
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk (clerk)
They know I'm sick, and I don't need a cert (cert)
Best in my city, you know I'm the first (first)
Too many racks, yeah, this shit is a curse (curse)
I heard your music, that shit was the worst (worst)
Come to my crib, and you leave in a hearse, yeah (you dig?)