Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
(Yeah)
You know I f*ck up any beat
I hop in the booth while I smoke some exotic
Only wear Christian Dior and Givenchy
I had to show em I got it (got it)
You see all these racks, you know I got plenty
And a bad bitch on my body
Can't trust any bitch, they sellin they soul
I don't f*ck with Ally Lotti (yeah)
Got all of these racks yeah I'm rich
But honestly I don't even need that much
I'm at the top of the game I ain't takin the blame from a bitch ion trust
All of them sip Robitussin
Imma just smoke up a blunt at the function
Bitch Imma win no discussion
She got no respect yeah that shit is disgusting
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse (yeah)
Yeah, I got this shit goin on
They wanna find me they know where I'm from
She came to my crib just to smell my Cologne
Huh, no way
Can f*ck any bitch any day
Already know what you finna go say
You just a hater boy you is a lame
Talkin all tough on my name it's a game
But you won't say that shit right to my face
Cause if you did boy I'll be catchin a case
You gonna need hands or you gonna need Mace
I'm in the club and I'm turnt up
I still remember my first W
Text if you needa get served up
Shorty said I was her first love
Moshpit I'm taking my shirt off
This shit real diamond not Zircons
My fit all white got no dirt on it
I found new rappers to merk on
That's not yo money I make mine
I call my ho through the Facetime
My music crossing the state lines
You takin one bitch I take nine (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse
7eddy - Ally Lotti Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
(Yeah)
You know I f*ck up any beat
I hop in the booth while I smoke some exotic
Only wear Christian Dior and Givenchy
I had to show em I got it (got it)
You see all these racks, you know I got plenty
And a bad bitch on my body
Can't trust any bitch, they sellin they soul
I don't f*ck with Ally Lotti (yeah)
Got all of these racks yeah I'm rich
But honestly I don't even need that much
I'm at the top of the game I ain't takin the blame from a bitch ion trust
All of them sip Robitussin
Imma just smoke up a blunt at the function
Bitch Imma win no discussion
She got no respect yeah that shit is disgusting
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse (yeah)
Yeah, I got this shit goin on
They wanna find me they know where I'm from
She came to my crib just to smell my Cologne
Huh, no way
Can f*ck any bitch any day
Already know what you finna go say
You just a hater boy you is a lame
Talkin all tough on my name it's a game
But you won't say that shit right to my face
Cause if you did boy I'll be catchin a case
You gonna need hands or you gonna need Mace
I'm in the club and I'm turnt up
I still remember my first W
Text if you needa get served up
Shorty said I was her first love
Moshpit I'm taking my shirt off
This shit real diamond not Zircons
My fit all white got no dirt on it
I found new rappers to merk on
That's not yo money I make mine
I call my ho through the Facetime
My music crossing the state lines
You takin one bitch I take nine (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
(Yeah)
You know I f*ck up any beat
I hop in the booth while I smoke some exotic
Only wear Christian Dior and Givenchy
I had to show em I got it (got it)
You see all these racks, you know I got plenty
And a bad bitch on my body
Can't trust any bitch, they sellin they soul
I don't f*ck with Ally Lotti (yeah)
Got all of these racks yeah I'm rich
But honestly I don't even need that much
I'm at the top of the game I ain't takin the blame from a bitch ion trust
All of them sip Robitussin
Imma just smoke up a blunt at the function
Bitch Imma win no discussion
She got no respect yeah that shit is disgusting
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse (yeah)
Yeah, I got this shit goin on
They wanna find me they know where I'm from
She came to my crib just to smell my Cologne
Huh, no way
Can f*ck any bitch any day
Already know what you finna go say
You just a hater boy you is a lame
Talkin all tough on my name it's a game
But you won't say that shit right to my face
Cause if you did boy I'll be catchin a case
You gonna need hands or you gonna need Mace
I'm in the club and I'm turnt up
I still remember my first W
Text if you needa get served up
Shorty said I was her first love
Moshpit I'm taking my shirt off
This shit real diamond not Zircons
My fit all white got no dirt on it
I found new rappers to merk on
That's not yo money I make mine
I call my ho through the Facetime
My music crossing the state lines
You takin one bitch I take nine (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
Lil bro you just not cut out for this work
Them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk
They know I'm sick and I don't need a cert
Best in my city you know I'm the first
Too many racks yeah this shit is a curse
I heard your music that shit was the worst
Come to my crib and you leave in a hearse
Writer: Ewan Reddy
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