404WILL - LIL2ALOT lyrics

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404WILL - LIL2ALOT lyrics

[Intro] Aye, ge- get that out the trunk... It's in the front not the back... Nah.. Yeah, that's them right there... Iight.. Iight close it back... Let's go! Come on! [Hook] Little to a lot Countin figures in the backseat Foreign women next to me tryna match 3 My n***as get the guap Gotta question u can ask me Pullin out the lot finna cruise down ashby Little to a lot Road running like a track meet Run the streets but I never been a athlete Ima drop my top speed racing down the back street Wit two freaks they just tryna climb the cash tree [Verse 1] Little to a lot In the parkin lot Doin donuts Asiago box I can't Drop the top This a loaner Audemar piguet wit the icy rocks That's corona Misguided n***as askin me to filament Ain't say fill em in know my scholars Feelin this Bumpin ye lookin like a brick of yay Smellin like a brick of It's my time it's tickin Speakin up so listen Needa slip permission For these lessons im givin Rookie of the year next year But This gear Will excuse for the wait Just make sure u know the code when you pullin in my gate n***a got his own estate My initials in my plate Pappadeaux I order steak Feet up chillin by the lake Spike lee modern day For the love of the game Swear a n***a goes off Tryna get my shows off Jeep 4 door wit the doors off She inside wit her clothes off [Verse 2] Little to a lot Money talk That's my favorite topic I don't know the cost If I see it then I'm coppin Burberry to my boxers And she love plaid She call me daddy don't know her dad Treat YA favorite rapper like a mattress pad Treat ya girlfriend like a trampoline Don't know her name but she know the team Lil n***a got big dreams Grande Main girl beyonce Swear my flow beyond say So it's destiny child These n***as is showin respect to me now And I ain't made it it's crazy Women askin for what's left of me now Why they gotta be so shady They gone love me for my ambition Drive retarted stupid man and I ain't talkin transmission n***a made a transition Now I see a lil clearer I only see my competition when I'm lookin in the mirror Moncler look vanilla Throw it up to the ceiling Willie beamen Diamonds gleamin Models dancing I'm preheating Triple double that's preseason Numbers on the board Colder than before Look at my decor I deserve awards [Verse 3] Little to a lot Climbin charts Swear I'm biggie baby Ima call up droc We gone shop I swear I'm living crazy Stuck inside my dorm Makin music gotta n***a torn Made a couple hits burned a disc Tell me who to warn Thousand dollar fit yea Break my wrist yea Said ya Rollie was legit yea heard a tick yea Fge the clique yea From the 6 yea Make clothes n he spit yea he so lit yea No limit records Jesus piece on my necklace Eat beats just for breakfast Jerome bettis after lettuce I could never fumble Look into a dreamer eyes and tell me I ain't humble Changin, rearranging rap 40 oz that's my thinkin cap I think that the rap savior's back In n out peekaboo Parlaying wit a freak or two Designer shoes I keep a few Black n white give em beetle juice Black n white mikes give em beetle juice Black n white mikes give em beetle *whoooo*