Whole Lotta lyrics

[Intro]
Young Lan on the track

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Got a lotta [?] n*ggas on my list, ain't really got time to believe no b*tch
f*cked up, cause a young n*gga rich
Killed your brother, and you ain’t do sh*t
Got a whole lotta whips, and a whole lotta bricks
And a whole lotta mops, whole lotta clips
Got a whole lotta thots, and a whole lotta tricks
Get them all drunk, give them a whole lotta di*k
Had to get a new flight, just to get it alright
n*gga living alright, got a whole lotta ice
Strapped up tight, AK with a knife
I take a n*gga life, we ain't doing no fight
[?] n*ggas really move white
n*gga get a new price, I can get a new [?]
You wanna play, I wanna work
I got a K, I got a bird

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
n*gga got a whole new whip, with a whole new key
Had to pull up quick, with a whole new b*tch
I ain't got no time to be running no lip
I’m just tryna get rich, take a whole new trip
Brand new cake in a whole new way
[?] get a new safe
And I want a new wraith, I just beat a new case
Should seen n*gga face, lil' b*tch I'm straight
b*tch I'm hot, had to get a new Glock
The sh*t got dropped, when a n*gga got popped
Stopped by the cops, I ain't really wanna stop
They was coming by the flock, had to make a new drop
[?] want a whole load
I been really on the way, I was coming up the road
I be drinking on lean, I was coming up slow
Had to get a new queen coming up on the [?]
Imma look him in his eyes, Imma ride real slow
With a hundred round chopper, n*gga, take his whole soul
I'on think I'd ever stop, take a new road
Used to get it off the block, I just get it out the show now
Run up, I pull up with a 4 pound
Guns up, run it up, never slow down
Run up, I pull up with a 4 pound
Guns up, run it up, never slow down
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Got a lotta [?] n*ggas on my list, ain't really got time to believe no b*tch
f*cked up, cause a young n*gga rich
Killed your brother, and you ain’t do sh*t
Got a whole lotta whips, and a whole lotta bricks
And a whole lotta mops, whole lotta clips
Got a whole lotta thots, and a whole lotta tricks
Get them all drunk, give them a whole lotta di*k
Had to get a new flight, just to get it alright
n*gga living alright, got a whole lotta ice
Strapped up tight, AK with a knife
I take a n*gga life, we ain’t doing no fight
[?] n*ggas really move white
n*gga get a new price, I can get a new [?]
You wanna play, I wanna work
I got a K, I got a bird

[Verse 2: Young Moe]
Can't f*ck no b*tch, if you don’t talk dirty
Can't toat no clip, if it ain't got 30
Yea I whip my wrist feels waking up early
Keep killing these n*ggas, I ain't showing no mercy
Ain’t taking no sh*t from no n*ggas
[?] with us
Won't fall for no b*tch, no liquor
Stay down, I ain't tryna get lit up
Strapped up, got dogs like Pet Co
Sell O's, got gass like Petro
These hoes gon broke like Metro bus
54 come n*gga, I ain't know nothing
Stand up tall, n*gga, I don't do no ducking
Said he got work, he really move nothing
[?] I don't do hugging
Hating ass hoe, hate like Joe Buddin
These n*ggas ain't take no risk though
Snaky on me, you chris cross
Bossed up n*gga, like Rick Ross
She know n*ggas, I'm p*ssed off
Really young n*gga, won't hold ya
Won't marry no b*tch [?]
Ain't letting them get no closer
Ain't taking out one of my soldiers
Life
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Got a lotta [?] n*ggas on my list, ain't really got time to believe no b*tch
f*cked up, cause a young n*gga rich
Killed your brother, and you ain't do sh*t
Got a whole lotta whips, and a whole lotta bricks
And a whole lotta mops, whole lotta clips
Got a whole lotta thots, and a whole lotta tricks
Get them all drunk, give them a whole lotta di*k
Had to get a new flight, just to get it alright
n*gga living alright, got a whole lotta ice
Strapped up tight, AK with a knife
I take a n*gga life, we ain't doing no fight
[?] n*ggas really move white
n*gga get a new price, I can get a new [?]
You wanna play, I wanna work
I got a K, I got a bird