Mally Mall
It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit
(Lit-lit)
Might blow a bag on the drip-drip
(Drip)
Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy
(Ayy)
I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy
(Ayy)
I ain't have much, just a wishlist
(A wishlist)
Now the broke nigga doin' big shit
(Big shit)
I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignite
So keep one eye open like Slick Rick
(Brra, brra-brra)
I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane
(Big mane)
Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range
(Mid range)
Keep the big strap on me like a hitman
(Brr)
It go, "Click-clack, willow-wallow, bing-bang"
(Brr-brr)
I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed
(Shit changed)
But niggas get lame when you get fame
(Brr)
Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains
Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game
I got a bitch on my sofa
(Sofa)
I got a chip on my shoulder
(Shoulder)
You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to
(Boom)
I got hitters all over
(Over)
Told em' this is all over
(All over)
I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up
And get 'em all sober
(Woo)
I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy
(Ayy)
Credit card maxed out, ayy
(Ayy)
I get lit then I act out, ayy
(Ayy)
I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy
(Woo)
They say I need to be safe
(Safe)
I think I need to be straight
Fix your vibes, you need to be laced
You just need God or you need to meet Mase
I left my bitch, maybe we just need space
(Space)
I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey
(Like me)
I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy
(Like Breezy)
I got stunners like Wayne, like BG
(Okay)
I got a hood bitch, all about the bread
And she only give me head 'cause the bed too squeaky
(Too squeak)
I'm too smart for a ho tryna G' me
A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brrr, brr-brr, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh
(Ooh, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto
(Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
(Bah-bah)
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brr, brr-brr, ayy)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh
(Ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto
Why do I feel like Manson?
(Oh-oh)
Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy
(Ayy)
Murderin' streets, my anthem
All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh
(Banter)
Still can't pull your pants up
Kidnap kids like Amber
(Ayy)
Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom
(Ooh)
I moved from the trap to the mansion
(Mansion)
Went from the Uber to a Phantom
(Word)
You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em
I've never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome
(Yeah)
I hate niggas that flex on camera
(Camera)
Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums
(Yeah)
All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff
You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper
I got a bitch on my sofa
(Sofa)
I got a chip on my shoulder
(Shoulder)
You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to
(Yeah)
I got hitters all over
(All over)
Told 'em this is all over
(All over)
I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean
And give 'em all soda
(Bah)
Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh
(Ooh)
I ain't gotta move, I renovate
I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah
(Woah)
I ain't gotta jump, I levitate
Always on time, I'm never late
(Ayy)
I was outside like every day
Tryna turn water into lemonade
Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai
I just wanna get away, woah
(Oh)
You don't want war with a rich nigga
(Rich nigga)
You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger
(Oh)
I ain't got patience for bitch niggas
(Oh)
Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger
(Big Tigger)
Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her
(Kids with her)
Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter
(Ayy)
He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him
(Ooh)
(He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brrr, brr-brr, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh
(Ooh, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto
(Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
(Bah-bah)
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brrr, brr-brr, ayy)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh
(Ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto
Writer(s): Jamal Rashid, Ishmael Montague, Joyner Lucas
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