B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Lotto lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Grr Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, k** or be k**ed, you know the motto Jean Paul, you know the goggles Flowers on the bottles Don't make me catch a hommo Fire out the nozzle Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, hangin' out the Tesla S With the tight [?], ain't nobody f** with West I used to dump all my crack, plus I had the best Dope money, I was obsessed, you can't connect Make a million off the front steps, you know the rest For my n***as didn't tell when the feds swept Took the top off the Corvette and Jesus wept You ain't never seen these Fear of God sweats, don't hold your breath Uh, fiends say I got the best ever He lit a [?] in front of [?], had the G-Wag revvin' Pyrexes beyond measures I seen my celly drop tears on that late night, stressin' Push the key, line 7 In all my j**els, up in V-Live flexin' Crossin' all my Ts, I had to go to court 24 a key, make a n***a snort Get your sh** shot off for a short Get you stabbed goin' to yard for a pack of Newports Like Too $hort, face draped, Louis scarf I don't give a f** who you are [Chorus: Westside Gunn] k** or be k**ed, you know the motto Jean Paul, you know the goggles Flowers on the bottles Don't make me catch a hommo Fire out the nozzle Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto [Verse 2: Benny] Yo, look, uh Saran rap the money, she f** me 'cause I'm famous Her brother work for us, her pops told her I was dangerous f** my b**h in the hills, n***a, and I ain't talkin' fashion I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion and a crib in Calabasas Whippin' work 'til it melt, got me the shirt with the belt They respect it when the bosses put the work in theyself, look I'm from a different era, I ain't used to all this pump fakin' They gon' front page us if they catch us in this bus station Free my n***a Dowy G, 'cause all he got is gun cases Word is in Clinton, he shot six n***as with one razor Yeah, y'all got y'all j**els on, but you be scared to come places I be in the slums, starin' back, like, "Come take it" My plug got knocked and all I had left was one payment But he kept it G, 'cause I ain't seen my name in one statement Came to runnin' grams, I was number one in fam, sh** By the time we parted ways, he made a couple hundred grand I'm a real n***a, I been Gucci, got dressed, I'm in Gucci Crazy sh** is everyday, we lit, like YFN Lucci Every rap, you got about 20 MACs and 10 Uzis Then why you ain't been shoot me? Man, you n***as been groupies Let's go [Chorus: Westside Gunn] k** or be k**ed, you know the motto Jean Paul, you know the goggles Flowers on the bottles Don't make me catch a hommo Fire out the nozzle Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto Shot eight n***as, I hit the lotto