Whole Lotta

(Sonic)

I'm in the studio with killers smoking Cookies

And when I'm deep inside that pussy, it get mushy

And she got caught with the swipes, I had some rookie

Label me a kingpin, feds tryna book me

And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me

And I be watching for the hoes say they love me

And I be watching for the niggas say they love me

Say they love me

Grew up in the trenches with no leader

Balenciagas, not no Reebok

She said she want her tummy tucked, I told her detox

Walked inside Gucci, spent 200 for these socks

They'll stab you in your back, that's a back stab

Judge give you 20 years off your background

And you can't pay your lawyers 'cause your guys clowns

When a nigga play with my gang, that shit man down

When your homie on that stand, put your head down

You be saying in your head, "Put your hand down"

See, the opps be on my dick, I turned them fans now

Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now

On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah

And a nigga can't change shit, yeah

And I ride for who I came with, yeah

And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah

Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money

Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers

Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters

Whole lotta bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

(Whole lotta-)

You ever got snaked by your day one?

I heard them killers on my ass, he ain't say nothing

And I was chewing on them Perkys 'til my pain gone

And that day that boy got shot, I wish he stayed home

This rap shit who'd have thought I'd get paid off it?

I remember OG going to the head office

And we'd sell our food stamps and get paid off it

He tried that dope, and then he turned into a J off it

Niggas say they talk behind my back, I say they stay talking

Police want me down bad, tried to charge for jaywalking

My little homie went outside, let them niggas take from him

'Fore the niggas go outside, I can't put my face on it

On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah

And a nigga can't change shit, yeah

And I ride for who I came with, yeah

And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah

Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money

Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers

Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters

Whole lotta bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

(Whole lotta-)