Lotto Lyrics - Westside Gunn

[Intro: Westside Gunn] 

Grr 

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom 

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom 

[Chorus: Westside Gunn] 

Ayo, kill or be killed, you know the motto 

Jean Paul, 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 

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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] 

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 was 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 

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[Chorus: Westside Gunn] 

Kill or be killed, you know the motto 

Jean Paul, 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 

[Verse 2: Benny] 

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 

[Chorus: Westside Gunn] 

Kill or be killed, you know the motto 

Jean Paul, 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