Listen, Joyner what's up? It's Kev
Heard the song "Lotto" you just dropped, and I'ma tell you right now, man, I'm not too impressed
I'll tell you why I'm not impressed, tell you why
'Cause you still owe me money from a year ago
When your bitch ass cryin' about your Lamborghini gettin' repossessed, until I came to the rescue
Had to be Captain Save A Hoe, so you can maintain your lil' bitch ass, fake ass lifestyle
Now, it's a year later, I still don't have my money and you're rapping about hittin' the lottery
Tell me, where the fuck do they do that shit at?
I don't, I don't know
You think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God
Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin
Let me tell you something, Joyner
I don't care how short I am, or whether I can get on a rollercoaster at DisneyWorld
If I was you, I'd get back to me immediately
'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna beat your ass with a Lil Uzi Vert album
I swear to God, ha, I swear to God
What are you, white?
What the fuck is this, slavery? Reparations?
Still chase you down
Give me my shit
Writers: Gary Lucas Jr.
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