Glitchy Lottery versuri

Glitchy Lottery lyrics by Zantreal

Lyrics-

I want it I cop that
Call up a store ima shop at
You want some money I got that
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me

They said I never could do it I done it
Call me the juice man how i be stunting
She want the gram told her ion run it
I stay in her head sum like bonnet
Baby you know Im fly like a comet
Zanny boy Zanny boy on the summit
I got a pair of shoеs they from Paris
Even though I ain’t nevеr been to London
Yea who run it Zanny boy run it
You know how Im bumming turn nun’ to something
Kicking shit you know I really be punting
Really rich f’ing them rolls in the sun
Silly wrist diamonds on me one of one
Im limping and shit my pockets weight a ton
Lately and shit been going on a run
Im craving this shit been really on a hunt
They be like Zanny boy you M.I.A the bitches wonder where you be at yeah
Hold up, my diamonds wet I told em’ I be where the sea at
Okay yea you know Im fly as fuck it ain’t hard to see that
Yeah Im in the Chi-Town cooling go to Miami and get me a heat check yeah
Im top dollar I stand on that
In the field with my cleats I step on necks
Im getting bored finna fuck my ex
Im lying nigga fuck my ex
Cash Cluck I get real deal checks
Im the king of the jungle beating on my chest
Yea Im blessed Im blessed could never be less

I want it I cop that
Call up a store ima shop at
You want some money I got that
Talm’ bout a bag I drop that
Talm’ bout that shit Im pop that
I want a bitch I ain’t got yet
In a Vette and Im dropping the top back
Im a boss finna buy me a top hat
Yeah baby know Im hot wasabi
Gotta keep that Glock beside me
Gotta keep that chop beside me
I send a fuck boy back to the lobby
I know that she wanna party
I call her santan off of the molly
Im countin’ bands be glitchin’ the lottery
Throw up my hands ain’t nobody stopping me