LOTTA Lyrics

(I hope you can deal with what you've done)

Pulled up with a poppin' bitch

P-p-poppin' shit

Pulled up with a poppin' bitch

Yeah, uh

Lean into some red 'fore this party get to jumpin' (Party get to jumpin)

Catch me off my meds I turn nothin' into somethin' (Nothin' into some)

Mmmm

What them commas make you feel like?

Mmmm

Sippin' Wockhardt make me feel right

O-O-Off a pill I'm poppin' shit I pop out with a poppin' bitch

All these drugs I'm on I'd bet they have you nodding off and shit

All this jewelry I got on I ain't ever takin' off this shit

Po-p-p-poppin' shit, pulled up with a lotta chicks (On God)

Apply that pressure

I leave a good impression (Good impression)

I got that message

I left yo' shawty stressin' (Yo' shawty stressin)

Why-Why you so extra? (Extra)

I hit don't need that back (Back)

So disrespectful (Yeah)

All I need's that bag

I-I see the way you fold you not used to the lime-light

These is bust down VVS's I'm gon' shine bright

These bitches put here for the streets they can't be my type

I took bitch home from the club she couldn't ride right

Lean-Lean into some red 'fore this party get to jumpin' (Party get to jumpin)

Catch me off my meds I turn nothin' into somethin' (Nothin' into some)

Mmmm

What them commas make you feel like?

Mmmm

Sippin' Wockhardt make me feel right

O-Off a pill I'm poppin' shit I pop out with a poppin' bitch

All these drugs I'm on I'd bet they have you nodding off and shit

All this jewelry I got on I ain't ever takin' off this shit

Po-p-p-poppin' shit, pulled up with a lotta chicks