Latto

Latto
Yeah, she popping that s— like she sell percs
Brand new chanel purse
Big latto just pulled up in hellcat
But I went through hell first
Walk out the bank with some big racks
Might hop in the lamb, skrrt
I came from the bottom, the south side
Now when I pull up they mouths wide
Free all my n—– that’s inside
I’m with the robbers and killers, we outside
No this p—- ain’t average, come and float he with them karats (ice)
VVs all on my rings, this ain’t come from jared’s
I’m a freak in the house when I’m out in the streets I’m a savage

Yeah, latto
He lucky if he hit the latto
These n—– be staring, I pull up mclaren
I’m swearving and dodging the potholes
These hoes think it’s sweet but i’m keeping the peace
You know that them killers on my go
I ain’t squashing no beef, I come from the streets
I can’t go back and forth for no thot hoe
Yeah, latto
He lucky if he hit the latto
These n—– be staring, I pull up mclaren
I’m swerving and dodging the potholes
These hoes think it’s sweet but i’m keeping the peace
You know that them killers on my go
I ain’t squashing no beef, I come from the streets
I can’t go back and forth for no thot hoe
B—- I go ape in the booth
Amber rose take the top out the cooch
With a stick that big make her move
Bad b—- latto make the news
Ooo p—- wet, don’t need no lube
ooo he jump in it like the pool
Been had that bag when y’all was rocking trues
You ain’t no gangsta, got bullied in school

Latto,
20 floors up on the top floor
I know they gon’ feel me, lowkey, work for milli, but still eating ten piece combos
I’m with your n—- in cabo
I make it clap, he say “bravo”
You b—— is cap, this s— in my blood
My papa was partners with pablo (on god)
Don’t f—— play with me (big latto)
S— get Jurassic
Clayco
Don’t play the latto (don’t play with her)
Nah forreal
And I’m really like that forreal by the way (straight up)
Like that, like that
And I don’t gave a damn what you do
But don’t play the latto
Latto,
He lucky if he hit the latto
These n—– be staring, I pull up mclaren
I’m swerving and dodging the potholes
These hoes think it’s sweet but i’m keeping the peace
You know that them killers on my go
I ain’t squashing no beef, I come from the streets
I can’t go back and forth for no thot hoe
Yeah