[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
3 trap phones 2 spot
I got old bucks
Bitch in the kitchen, whippin'
Fuck the stove up
Runnin' on the chimey
On the block I got it so on
Young n***a clashin' with the
Sticks we don't owe nothing
Started from the bottom
With a big grand slab
Made it out the trenches
We don't mimic with that rap
I remember times when
I was broke and I didn't have
Got up out the mud
Like a n***a took a bath

[Verse 1: Lotto Savage]
Remember when i was down
When i was broke when i had shit
Noodles errday there was
No income I was asking
Sleeping, making pallets
On the floor with my granny
Trapping out the house
When they saw me selling candy
Pull up on your hood
Showing up in your hood
Keeping two guns they
Call me the shooter
How you own a gun
And you don't shoot it
Everybody with me be shooters
Better be quiet and sit
Down and just salute
We about that check like Nike
Diamonds so hard like they fighting
Throw that lil bitch she
Praying that she right wit me

[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
3 trap phones 2 spot
I got old bucks
Bitch in the kitchen, whippin'
Fuck the stove up
Runnin' on the chimey
On the block I got it so on
Young n***a clashin' with the
Sticks we don't owe nothing
Started from the bottom
With a big grand slab
Made it out the trenches
We don't mimic with that rap
I remember times when
I was broke and I didn't have
Got up out the mud
Like a n***a took a bath

[Verse 2: 24 Flakko]
I started from the bottom
저기 밑부서터 여기 위치
Ma brothers knew imma blow up
그들은날 trust me
I swear gonna get money bitch
모두 get shit
Now it's my turn 지난
고생 들에게 난 rest easy
Pull up to the bank
그간 내가 원한 것 들이
전부다 이뤄지네
Slaughter gang, Murder gang BGE fuckin
Gang, Bino Lotto Flakko 모두다 get
Rolex Bentley Gucci Louis Vutton
Fuckin' big house 이제 그건 우리께 되
우리 삶은 크게 변하겟지
이제걍 다 누리면 되

[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
3 trap phones, 2 spot
I got old bucks
Bitch in the kitchen, whippin'
Fuck the stove up
Runnin' on the chimey
On the block I got it so on
Young n***a clashin' with the
Sticks we don't owe nothing
Started from the bottom
With a big grand slab
Made it out the trenches
We don't mimic with that rap
I remember times when
I was broke and I didn't have
Got up out the mud
Like a n***a took a bath

[Verse 3: Notoriou5 Bino]
N***a say he had it out for me
But he ain't gon' do nothing
Lean in my cup got me
Chopped up and screwed up
Got some losse screws hit you with a tool
Put you on the news, I am that dude
I damage you send my man at you
Hit you with the cannon lil n***a have it
I'ma big dog, I'ma fucking boss
Fuck all y'all
Pull up with the stick
And You know I'm with this shit
I've been down on my dick
Now a n***a serving mills
And you know my cliche legit
You know we too lit, BGE

[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
3 trap phones 2 spot
I got old bucks
Bitch in the kitchen, whippin'
Fuck the stove up
Runnin' on the chimey
On the block I got it so on
Young n***a clashin' with the
Sticks we don't owe nothing
Started from the bottom
With a big grand slab
Made it out the trenches
We don't mimic with that rap
I remember times when
I was broke and I didn't have
Got up out the mud
Like a n***a took a bath