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LB - Lottery (Prod. andersc) Mixed by Vito

Lyrics: 

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Chorus)
Drop the top and ride the range 
No swerving stay in your own lane
I'm tryna thumb like brokers up in the bank
Running up this cash the money in the safe
Dishing off the pack just got the touchdown
I'm counting up 20's 50's and 100's now
They was always looking at me saying I was a clown 
But the pounds steady talking rolling up loud (yuh)

(Verse 1)
Camera hear the click talking asking for the pics post em
Chilling with my old homies smoking off the clips roast em
I dropped them lames now i'm up making hits
They bitches keep asking to suck on my dick
I'm feeling like baby i'm back on my jesus shit
Mr. Cleans with the sud all on your bitch
Reaper bring the scythe and he gonna swing that shit
Glocks always loaded my shooters don't miss

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Verse 2) 
I need a duffel full of money and some big head
Chrome lacking 5-0 catching quick led 
All the casings hit the floor and you looking at em
Decide if its worth or your homies lacking
Said that you was strapped but they really strapping
Gun play some shit imma bring the pack in
First day no shit get straight to trapping 
That bitch hit my snap and she really capping
I give no fucks because I bring the racks in
My bitch to fine ass get to clapping (yuh)
Make that shit a movie lights camera action
We be fucking all the time yeah i keep the passion
I roll my blunts fat as fuck so they steady busting
Pass it to my boys and they get to puffing
Talking on me and we steady get to tussling
Lil pussy boys ain't never sipped no robitusin (nah)

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Chorus)
Drop the top and ride the range 
No swerving stay in your own lane
I'm tryna thumb like brokers up in the bank
Running up this cash the money in the safe
Dishing off the pack just got the touchdown
I'm counting up 20's 50's and 100's now
They was always looking at me saying I was a clown 
But the pounds steady talking rolling up loud (yuh)

Link to Producer: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSY05Fi80yuS70a1Uf9ZgoQ

LB - Lottery (Prod. andersc)

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(Intro: Bri-C)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Okay

(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

(Verse 1: Bri-C & Playboy Ty)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Woah
Damn
I be going ham
Doing what I wanna you be doing whatchu can aye
King up in my city shorty told me I’m the man uh
But I ain’t yo nigga I could never be your man
Just copped a new bracelet uh
Aye yeah that Cartier
And the whole crowd dead yeah
Till I joined the party hey
And your head
Full of air
Like a bag of Frito Lay
And the next day your shorty don’t know if she gon go or stay
Yeehaw
(Yeehaw?)
We gone
(We gone?)
She riding on my dick like a seesaw
Seesaw
(Woowoo!)
You ain’t even buy it that’s a lease huh
(All my) All my shit expensive for the free huh
(I don’t pay bitch)
Tommy, Polo, Calvin what I’m rocking on my dick (blah)
And I have your shorty playing Pac-Man with my stick
Put it down her throat
Like she feeling strep sick (ew!)
Watch her jump and twist
And she doing all the tricks

(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

(Verse 2: Bri-C & Playboy Ty)
Bitch I overflow
You supposed to know
And your shorty text me asking where she ‘posed to go
Imma hit her wit the addy then I ghost the hoe
Bruh she told me that I’m wavy then she rode the boat (ewww!)
Eenie meenie miney moe
I don’t even want that hoe
And she sent a text but I don’t even wan’ reply no more
Fuck it
Fly her out
Cross the country call that coast to coast
Only hit my jack because she saw the way my numbers grow
Just erased her out my life
Call that bitch Ticonderoga
I was blowing out her back
Stretched her out like it was yoga
And she want me catching feelings
But my name ain’t Amendola
Only needed you one night
Damn right that’s what I told her
(Aye)
I’m on DND
Need these people leave me be
Whole squad swag surfin
I’m the captain of the team
Sicker than the CDC
On the screen like DVD
Told lil shorty throw it back
Her nickname is TBT


(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

Drop Top Drip 💧 (Ft. Playboy Ty) [Prod. i2hiigh]

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LB - Lottery (Prod. andersc)

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