Joyner Lucas – Lotto (ADHD) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Listen, MP3 Download, Get Lyrics and watch the official video to LOTTO by Joyner Lucas off his ADHD album. The song was produced by ISM & Mally Mall.

Joyner Lucas Lotto (adhd) (prod. Ism & Mally Mall)

Joyner Lucas’ fans have been patiently waiting for the arrival of his new album, ADHD. Since the release of 2017’s 508-507-2209, he’s received acclaim and co-signs from some of the biggest rappers in the game (Eminem, Big Sean, etc.) and has a joint project with Chris Brown that’s supposedly in the works.

Ahead of the release of his latest project, Joyner Lucas is back with a brand new banger titled, “Lotto.” Accompanied by brand new visual, Lucas is back on his BS as he flexes his fame and respect as he showcases his lyrical prowess. Sprinkling the verse with bits of Spanish, Joyner Lucas’ new single celebrates his success and expresses his disdain for the opposition.

Joyner Lucas’ new single follows February’s “Revenge.” ADHD is due out on March 27th.

Joyner Lucas – Lotto (ADHD) (prod. ISM & Mally Mall)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Verse 1]
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 (Brra)
It go “click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang” (Brr-brra)
I ain’t never been shit, ain’t shit changed (Shit changed)
But niggas get lame when you get fame (Brra)
Can’t sleep at night ’til I get brains
Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game

[Bridge]
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)

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I’m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto (Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah)
I’m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto

[Verse 3]
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

[Bridge]
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)

[Verse 4]
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 fist hit him (Ooh)
(He thought he had a plan ’till the fist hit him)

[Chorus]
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I’m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto (Bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah)
I’m the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the fuckin’ lotto