Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - Lotto lyrics

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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 steel in front of Mess
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

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 steel in front of Mess
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