LiL GOLDiE - LOTTERY PiCKZ (feat. 76SICKO) Lyrics

GOLDiE

Bla-Bla-Black $heep Gang

I don't push the brake, smokin' kush up in the Wraith
Told her "Gimmie face, love the way yo' pussy taste"
After I get face, get the f*ck up out my place
I was in the guts last night, but I don't wanna her here today
I'm with TWOEx, let the chopper eat yo' set
Buss it at yo' head and snatch yo' chain right off yo neck
We ain't aimin' for the body, you don't need a f*ckin vest
Me and Goldie had to link 'cause we the motherf*ckin' best, bitch

How you from the 'burbs tryna claim the 63rd
Never repped a set, 'cause he just a f*ckin' nerd
Dawg you hella weird like Eminem's beard
You might end up a statistic, I'm sadistic with no fear

Sippin' hella Wock, said I'm pissin Purple Rain
I don't want no shitty head, bitch, gimmie Urkle brain
Cow manure on the pack, that's a hybrid on the strain
Got that Max B drip, shawty wanna ride the wa-

Don't hit up my phone if it ain't 'bout a bag
And I ain't hittin you back, 'less it's plug with a pack
Yo' whole tape was just trash, that shit came out yo' ass
Bitch I was Rookie of the Year, and top pick of my draft

GOLDiE
Y'all cant play with me now
NFNN 'til I'm dead, you ain't takin' us down
(Plu-Plugg)
You ain't touchin' my crown
And I know that you won't try, y'all some internet clowns

Got the mask up on my face like I'm Oso
Sendin' bullets through the place like an Otxo
I ain't even in a gang, but I tote poles
I like my straps, and my blades, and I smoke dope

I be sittin' writin' heat, black Nikes be on my feet
I'm lurkin' in the night, in the dark is where I creep
That bitch, she f*ck with me
This dick gon' make her scream
They thinkin' they the best, this B$G, we do it clean, aye

Aye, TWOEx, we came to run it up
NFNN be the best, we finna shut 'em up
I should tat it on my chest that I don't give a f*ck
I ain't even tryna flex, but half these rappers suck

Run that bih up like a track meet
I'm number one, said he can't out trap me
Yeah, pussy boy, he can't out rap me
I'm makin hits in the car, in the backseat
Sippin hella juice, brodie pourin a deuce
All my money Crip Walk, bitch I'm countin' them blues
All these pussies shit talk, they be lookin' confused
I only speak that Stick Talk, bitch, I'm feelin' like Future
Short-bus high, I'm off two or three Addy's
Y'all tryna steal the sauce like I cook Krabby Patties
Bitch, I feel like I'm the boss, yeah, these rappers dramatic
When I make it to the top, I'ma cop me a Patek bitch