Lotto - Westside Gunn

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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 hommo

Fire out the nozzle

Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto

Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto

Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S

With the tight, ain’t nobody fuck 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 niggas 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 nigga snort

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

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 hommo

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

Her brother work for us, her pops told her I was dangerous

Fuck my bitch in the hills, nigga, 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 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 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, shit

By the 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 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 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 hommo

Fire out the nozzle

Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto

Shot eight niggas, I hit the lotto