So y'all ain't gon' give me no competition This shit, this shit gettin' too easy This shit ain't gettin' fun no more, for real Big Lotto Gay, I hold a chance to win, and what y'all do? Fuck that up Last time around, they slept on me, I woke them up like bitch and suck Paint the C8 pink like Barbie shit, but I don't play with bitches I'm way too big to speak on petty shit, MJ said, stay on mission Got a thousand dollar steak on my plate, that the only beef I ever get in I could never fit in, how you climbin' on shit you'll never be in Bitch, you runnin' eight mile like they got one Only category they gon' put me in is the greatest, and bitch, you not one If you a fan, just say it and go get my shit when I drop some I got three sevens, iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex Queen of the South, bitch, I'ma take my respect I got three sevens, iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex Queen of the South ain't number four in the deck, bitch And I'ma let y'all figure that shit out Playin' with me like y'all don't know my body or somethin' Seven, seven, seven, the biggest This shit bigger than me, colossal lotto Yeah, bitch, you better off playin' a lotto than playin' with Lotto Who you think set the trend? Now all these bitches follow First rap beat, try me, I'ma slap the shit up out it Heard more money, more problems, bitch, I know you ain't got it Took the South, put a crown on it, been runnin' shit, got some eyes on it These hoes washed up, throw a towel on them, I didn't respect when I style them I'm a wild owner when I heat up, sittin' on the throne with my feet up Bitch, take my name and get built up, on my 12-bracket, ho, keep up Bitches think they hot, well, come show me what that shit here for That money talk, be foreign to hoes, finesse for shit, show The youngest and the richest, I made it known from the get-go To these pussy hoes, I'm Debo, big Lotto, the big go Man, y'all hoes better find y'all somebody to play with I ain't the one, damn sure ain't the two I ain't got shit left to prove, put a bow on that shit Seven, seven, seven, I got three sevens S-I-T on my neck, know they hate when I flex Queen of the South, ain't number four in the deck, bitch