777 Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Latto
So y'all ain't gon' give me no competition?
This sh*t-this sh*t gettin' too easy
This sh*t ain't even funny no more, for real
Big Latto (B-B-Bankroll got it)

[Verse 1]
Gave y'all hoes the chance to win and what y'all do? f*ck that up
Last time around, they slept on me, I woke 'em up, like, "b*tch, it's up!"
Packed the C-A-P like Barbie sh*t but I don't play with b*tches
I'm way too big to speak on petty sh*t, MJ said stay on mission
Got a thousand dollar steak on my plate, that's the only beef I ever get in (On God)
I could never fit in
How you comment on sh*t you'll never be in?
b*tches runnin' they mouth like they got one (Haha)
Only category they gon' put me in is the greatest and, b*tch, you not one (Yeah)
If you a fan, just say it, and go get my sh*t when I drop somethin' (Uh)

[Chorus]
I got three seven's iced out on my neck
Know they hate when I flex
Queen of the South, b*tch, I'ma take my respect
I got three seven's iced out on my neck
Know they hate when I flex
Queen of the South, ain't nothin' but four in the deck, b*tch
[Interlude]
And I'ma let y'all figure that sh*t out too
Playin' with me like y'all don't know my body or somethin'
777, the biggest
This sh*t bigger than big, colossal Latto

[Verse 2]
Y'all b*tches better off playin' the lotto than playin' with Latto (Latto, Latto)
Who you think set the trend? Now all these b*tches follow (Follow, follow)
First rap b*tch try me, I'ma slap the sh*t up out her
Heard mo' money, mo' problems, b*tch, I know you ain't got 'em
Took the South, put a crown on it
Been runnin' sh*t, got some miles on it
These hoes washed up, throw a towel on 'em
I get respect when I style on it
I'ma wild on 'em when I heat up
Sittin' on the throne with my feet up
b*tch, say my name and get beat up
On my twelfth Birkin, ho, keep up
b*tches think they hot, well come show me what that sh*t hittin' for
That money talk be foreign to hoes and that's for sh*t sure
The youngest and the richest, I made it known from the get go
To these pus*y hoes, I'm Deebo, Big Latto, the big GOAT

[Outro]
Man, y'all hoes better find y'all someone to play with
I ain't the one, and damn sure ain't the two
I ain't got sh*t left to prove
Put a bow on that sh*t, 777
I got three seven's iced out on my neck
Know they hate when I flex
Queen of the South, ain't nothin' but four in the deck, b*tch