777 Pt. 2

(Latto, Latto, Latto, Latto)

So y'all ain't gon' give me no competition
This shit, this shit, gettin' too easy
This shit ain't even fun no more, for real
Big Latto

Gave y'all hoes the chance to win and what y'all do? Fuck that up
Last time around they slept on me, I woke 'em up like, "Bitch it's up"
Packed the CAP, 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's the only beef I ever get in
I can never fit in, how you climbin' on shit you'll never be in?
Bitches runnin' they mouth 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 somethin'

I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex
Queen of the south, bitch, I'ma take my respect
I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex
Queen of the south ain't none but four in a deck, bitch

And I'ma let y'all figure that shit out, tuh
Playin' with me like you don't know my body or somethin'
777, the biggest
This shit bigger than big, colossal Latto

Y'all bitches better off playin' the lotto
Than playin' with Latto (Latto, Latto)
Who you think set the trend that all these bitches follow? (follow, follow)
Fur wrap big, try me I'ma slap the shit up out 'em
Heard mo' money mo' problem, bitch I know you ain't got 'em
To the south put a crown on 'em
Been runnin' shit got some miles on 'em
These hoes washed up throw a towel on 'em
I get respect when I style on 'em
I'ma wild on 'em when I heat up
Sittin' on the throne with my feet up
Bitch, say my name and get beat up
On my twelfth Birkin, ho, keep up

Bitches think they hot, well come show me what that shit hittin' for
That money talk be foreign to hoes and that's for shit sure
The youngest and the richest, I made it known from the get go
To these pussy hoes I'm Deebo
Big Latto the big goat

Man y'all ho 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
777

(I got three seven's iced out on my neck, know they hate when I flex)
(Queen of the south, ain't none but four in a deck, bitch)