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(album: #MUSTBENICE - 2016)


Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my trap house a condo
I used to live in a bando
Now I look like I just hit the lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato

We trapping out feelings
We hop out on bitches and Bentleys and Benzes we trapping out
They say I'm worth like a couple of milli
That's way too low, that's a false amount
When you get up in them millions
They getting them feelings you might have to cross 'em out
Nowaday it ain't nothing to talk about
Live the rest of your life in a coffin now
I used to trap on the block
That way I got me a condo
VVS cost me a lot
And my bitch is too much to handle
Niggas be in the street but they dodge us like pot holes
Talking like they be riding on some new Forgiato's
Got a mexican plug, when he ship it he wrap it up just like some taco
Told him show me some love
Extra cheese on my shit, I don't want no cilantro
My sauce is always dripping, I'm talking like nachos
Nigga my pockets on lotto, I'm smoking Gelato

Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my trap house a condo
I used to live in a bando
Now I look like I just hit the lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato

Gelato in my cone, what you smoking on?
Nigga that ain't strong, leave that shit alone
If it ain't Gelato, just don't call my phone
Smoke one to the dome, now I'm in the zone
Take off like I'm gone like I ain't coming home
We cannot go, Emano Emano my pockets on lotto
I level up homie
Come getcha heat, prolly gon' slide in a taho
I feel like Tony Montana
Bitch I be snapping like cameras
You just be acting for cameras
That's why I keep me a Canon
My pockets on auto, these bitches on lotto
I'm smoking Gelato, I do this a lot
These bitches gon' follow the money
They know how we coming
They see who we got in the lot
Never been worried 'bout nothing
I know niggas bluffing but I know that niggas gon' plot
Bitch I been living like Pablo, been living like Chapo
Before they locked 'em in a box

Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my pockets on lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato
Nigga my trap house a condo
I used to live in a bando
Now I look like I just hit the lotto
I smoke a lot of Gelato

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