Lotto (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
She know how to f*ck a n*gga (Mm-mm)
She know how to touch a n*gga (Yeah)
She know how to suck a n*gga (So I)
Always been f*ckin' with
I just might f*ck around and lose my mind
Let's find another n*gga (Let's go)
She be actin' boujee on me
Attitude on a f*ckin' n*gga
She dancin' on my di*k, no, you can't find this sh*t on TikTok
I'm hidden from behind, all you see is diamonds and my wristwatch
I be like, "Yeah"
I like me a sexy lil' gangsta
She like to treat me like a ho
She give what you want and say thank you

[Chorus: TiaCorine & DaBaby]
I don't give a f*ck (Damn), I'll beat a b*tch up (That's f*cked up)
Scratch off like lotto, b*tch, try your luck (Let's go)
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck
Got your b*tch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
n*gga, I'm better than your b*tch, we, b*tch
Please, like icе, make everybody freezе
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pus*y then you can leave
[Refrain: TiaCorine]
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty b*tch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty b*tch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

[Verse 2: TiaCorine]
Annie Oakley, light that b*tch up like Smokey
Low-key, I'm a petty b*tch but you owe me
No, we don't wait in line, they know me
Italian n*gga eat my pus*y like cannoli
(Play) Play with my pus*y like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly, ride that n*gga di*k like pony
Oldie on my pus*y, boy like OP
Soaking, make it sound off, macaroni
My only, I'm his Yvette, he Jody
Not phony, baby don't tell me, he show me
Can't hold me 'cause I get money on my lonely
Foreign, if it ain't that then I'm snoring

[Chorus: TiaCorine]
I don't give a f*ck, I'll beat a b*tch up
Scratch off like lotto, b*tch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck
Got your b*tch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
n*gga, I'm better than your b*tch, we, b*tch
Please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pus*y then you can leave
[Refrain: TiaCorine]
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty b*tch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty b*tch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

[Outro: TiaCorine]
I don't give a f*ck, I'll beat a b*tch up
Scratch off like lotto, b*tch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck (That b*tch Tia)
Got your b*tch in the crowd like, "34 what?" (Italian n*gga eat my pus*y like cannoli)