LIL2ALOT
[Intro]
Aye, ge- get that out the trunk...
It's in the front not the back...
Nah..
Yeah, that's them right there...
Iight..
Iight close it back...
Let's go!
Come on!

[Hook]
Little to a lot
Countin figures in the backseat
Foreign women next to me tryna match 3

My niggas get the guap
Gotta question u can ask me
Pullin out the lot finna cruise down ashby

Little to a lot
Road running like a track meet
Run the streets but I never been a athlete
Ima drop my top speed racing down the back street
Wit two freaks they just tryna climb the cash tree


[Verse 1]
Little to a lot
In the parkin lot Doin donuts
Asiago box
I can't Drop the top
This a loaner
Audemar piguet wit the icy rocks
That's corona
Misguided niggas askin me to filament
Ain't say fill em in know my scholars Feelin this
Bumpin ye lookin like a brick of yay
Smellin like a brick of
It's my time it's tickin
Speakin up so listen
Needa slip permission
For these lessons im givin
Rookie of the year next year
But
This gear
Will excuse for the wait
Just make sure u know the code when you pullin in my gate
Nigga got his own estate
My initials in my plate
Pappadeaux I order steak
Feet up chillin by the lake
Spike lee modern day
For the love of the game
Swear a nigga goes off
Tryna get my shows off
Jeep 4 door wit the doors off
She inside wit her clothes off

[Verse 2]
Little to a lot
Money talk
That's my favorite topic
I don't know the cost
If I see it then I'm coppin
Burberry to my boxers
And she love plaid
She call me daddy don't know her dad
Treat YA favorite rapper like a mattress pad
Treat ya girlfriend like a trampoline
Don't know her name but she know the team
Lil nigga got big dreams
Grande
Main girl beyonce
Swear my flow beyond say
So it's destiny child
These niggas is showin respect to me now
And I ain't made it it's crazy
Women askin for what's left of me now
Why they gotta be so shady
They gone love me for my ambition
Drive retarted stupid man and I ain't talkin transmission
Nigga made a transition
Now I see a lil clearer
I only see my competition when I'm lookin in the mirror
Moncler look vanilla
Throw it up to the ceiling
Willie beamen
Diamonds gleamin
Models dancing
I'm preheating
Triple double that's preseason
Numbers on the board
Colder than before
Look at my decor
I deserve awards

[Verse 3]
Little to a lot
Climbin charts
Swear I'm biggie baby
Ima call up droc
We gone shop
I swear I'm living crazy
Stuck inside my dorm
Makin music gotta nigga torn
Made a couple hits burned a disc
Tell me who to warn
Thousand dollar fit yea
Break my wrist yea
Said ya Rollie was legit yea heard a tick yea
Fge the clique yea
From the 6 yea
Make clothes n he spit yea he so lit yea
No limit records
Jesus piece on my necklace
Eat beats just for breakfast
Jerome bettis after lettuce I could never fumble
Look into a dreamer eyes and tell me I ain't humble
Changin, rearranging rap
40 oz that's my thinkin cap
I think that the rap savior's back
In n out peekaboo
Parlaying wit a freak or two
Designer shoes I keep a few
Black n white give em beetle juice
Black n white mikes give em beetle juice
Black n white mikes give em beetle *whoooo*