Music Video
Lowlife & Sonofagritter - LOTTO (Official Music Video) Dir. @CTMFILMSTV
Top Songs By Club Lowlife
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chester Levels
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Club Lowlife
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Yea, bitch I'm CGB
Wearin' crocs all in the hood I'm just being me
Man I'm trippin' off the shrooms think I'm seein' 3
And bitch if you ain't suckin' dick you can beat yo feet
Momma worried bout her son she told me to be careful
**** know not to play because we bring the hell through
Man I couldn't fuck that bitch because she smelled like mildew
How you tryna be my bae but let the gang run through
Bitch, you a hoe now
Fuckin on yo friend and then you next I guess I'm hoed out
Remember had the pack in, in a day I damn near sold out
Out in ATL, I hit cascade it feel like roll bounce
Smokin on some thrax I mean some gas that you don't know bout
A V all on my back I'm gettin' back but you don't know how
Gimme couple days I run the states north to the south
I'm really bout the pape keep the fame better yet the clout
Man I'm high as shit
Get up on the beats and talk real-life or I just talk my shit
They see me onna gram and real life can't see the difference
I need 5 for a verse I know you heard I'm Different
Bitches always say that I'm retarded if I leave
Well call me special needs and say my classes IEP
Think I got a problem I be snappin' on these beat
They say I'm not the same at all just call me straight jacket Cee
I'ma mental patient with this shit man you can't tame me
I won't sign for yo chain **** you cant slave me
I ain't tryna build connections fuck you pay me
Man you **** drip so old man that shit outdated
And It's lowlife onna beat
All these bitches want my pape I cant give em shit but D
Got two ears & one mouth so I listen fo' I speak
All my shooters just like curry pullin' up on shit from deep
I got me a backwood stuffin' it wit gelato
Fuckin wit me, girl, you fucked around and hit the lotto
Dodgin' all these bitches from my city like they potholes
**** need to get some money flashing cheese that's nachos
Diamonds in my ear real deal, not the fake ones
I like the tig ol bitties natural or the fake ones
I hang around thoroughbred **** not the snake ones
You the type to meet em onna gram and call em day one
Man you dumb as shit
Mind on the hoes instead of pape its on the wrong shit
I thought it was my girl but it's her friend I'm with the wrong bitch
Brody got the 30 on em with a extra long clip
**** so don't run up
He said he had some beef over a bitch and got burnt up
Called my phone I laughed in his face then I hung up
Later on that night she askin' me can I slut her (no cap)
Written by: Chester Levels
