Lotta Those lyrics

[Intro]
Heal
Bow-bow
Gang
Ha-ha, b*tch
Ayy-ayy-ayy

[Verse 1]
I can't show no love to these n*ggas on some G sh*t
First n*gga run his drugs
When he run he won't be hit
New clip all in front yo' sun like the eclipse
Opp n*ggas run up in the show
They dyin' in the pit
187 Yac, look us up, n*gga Google that
We put that sh*t on wax then got a wax
You need Google maps
Bullets back all in that chamber like a jewish pack
Burn 'em up
I can't give no f*cks, we really doing that
Ain't no shootin' back, if you ain't got no aim you ain't connecting no
I get in that mouse, see that top like a telescope
We run in yo' house, got the drop, b*tch get on the floor
I don't c*ck already got this top, but b*tch I want some more
Air out, ain't no oxygen when I'm in it tho
In a hotel with some Henny and a couple hoes
And I bounce
You gon' knock the Drac, you sleep outside the couch
Smokin' dope
When I'm frozen I'll take up and slim some more
[Chorus]
b*tch, 44 big as my body, put you in a hole
In a hole
Internet gangster
f*ckin c*ckroach
Lotta dope
Lotta guns
Lotta shots
Lotta those
Lotta 4's
Lotta fun
Lotta thots
Lotta those
You got bank rolls?
You a lie boy, yo' pockets broke
Kickin' with the opps
Hollow tips, you catch lots of those
Lotta dope
Lotta guns
Lotta shots
Lotta those
Lotta 4's
Lotta fun
Lotta thots
Lotta those
[Verse 2]
What the f*ck? n*gga get hit up
Knock his head off
Pick his wig up
Get to pistol whippin
Make him hiccup
Make him get down when I lift up
Got him balled up like a sit up
In a black lex shoot sh*t up
Playin' 2Pac, get you hit up
You ain't gangster n*gga
You a switch up
Ayy, switch on a hoe
Got my di*k in a glory hole
.40 blow
b*tch I'm gettin dough
Call me Curtis Snow
Murder right?
Finna get to roudy
sh*t gets personal
Thermal scopes
On no, he will knock you off the terminal
I hear some new sh*t about myself everyday
But I can't give no f*ck 'cause it's f*ck what they say
Don't let me run up on you with this mask on my face
'Cause when it's on, I don't feel guilty for no life, I just take
[Chorus]
44 big as my body, put you in a hole
In a hole
Internet gangster
f*ckin c*ckroach
Lotta dope
Lotta guns
Lotta shots
Lotta those
Lotta 4's
Lotta fun
Lotta thots
Lotta those
You got bank rolls?
You a lie boy, yo' pockets broke
Kickin' with the opps
Hollow tips, you catch lots of those
Lotta dope
Lotta guns
Lotta shots
Lotta those
Lotta 4's
Lotta fun
Lotta thots
Lotta those