Mulatto - Big Latto Freestyle lyrics

Latto let em know Man these h**s be broke as hell, cap a*s b**hes Latto let em know Don’t forget it, princess of the Southside, b***h (Ha) Queen Clayco Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your a- get up off, get up off your a*s Ant Chamberlain, that’s a hundred points Bad b***h four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby(Brrr) Ride it good, drive a n***a crazy, for eight miles like slim shady (Skrrt) Full throttle, b***h im never lazy (Skrrt) Now he underwater like he in the Navy (Ay) Ex n***a drop the diss on me, I’d be mad too if my b***h made me (Ha) Im a real a*s b***h (B***h) These h**s ain’t on s**t, but d**k (D**k) Wonder why they call me Latto, every n***a in this city wanna hit, yeah (Uhh) F**k a one on one, all my dogs gon fight with me Michael Vick, yeah When my ex lame a*s get mad, he threaten me to leak the flick (Ha, ha, ha) F**k it, ay, I got more in the bank than they whole budget (Yeah) If that b***h ain’t loyal, I’ma kick her out the group, Latoya Luckett (Ay, f**k) Still single cause I got my own, I refuse to be a n***a puppet (F**k) b**hes claim the hood, really from the Boondocks, that’s Uncle Ruckus ( Ha, ha, ha) Ay, I can’t break b***h, I won’t even bend (Nah) Check the peep hole, for you let him in (Yeah) And if he broke, don’t you let that n***a in (Nah) Usain Bolt, have him run up in yo s**t (Brrr) You ain’t the boss, selling dimes and nickels (What?) Off white on me, like I’m moving bricks (Ay) I’m from Clayco, Southside s**t, five six so slim (Southside, ay) Ay I’ll get a n***a wiped down like Boosie (Boosie) Ay, I was 16 when I touched 6 figures, I ain’t no groupie (On god) Been doing this s**t, I been a rich kid, no schooling (On god) Ay twelve got these n***as wearing wires, ya’ll rat a*s can’t fool me (Dummie, da f**k) Hol up dog, I think the phone tapped (What?) Phone or you, we ain’t gon doubt (The what?) He just text me a knockout (Ay, ay) Hurry home, so I can hit from the back (Yeet) b**hes whack, nah they can’t really rap (Hell nah) It ain’t in the trunk, it’s on my lap (Brrr) Turn a street n***a to a sap (F**k) Finesse a rich n***a like Baps (Aha) I watch em change on me like quarters, they two faced (They fake a*s) She keep my name out her mouth more than her tooth paste (Man da f**k) Ran down had that b***h shook like old bae (Oh she shook) New bae can’t even keep his eyes off me like 2 k I’m runnin circles round these rap h**s, like Nascar (Skrrt) I like trappers and jackers (Brrr) I don’t even reply to dms from rap stars (F**k, grrra) Really got that super soaker, he don’t gotta spit start (What?) No key, that’s push start (Skrrt) Networth going up, I’m getting more paper than a bookmark Little b***h