Deebo Lotti Maserati - Guess Who's Back

Guess who’s back

They say it’s lookin like Lotti hit the Lotto
Now he buying out the club poppin bottles
Making every stack count is my Motto
My clothes are Italian and I’m smelling like Gelato

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Fall off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

I flipped the pack and hit a lick and then Fled
The scene
Plants not pills and I ain’t sipping Promethazine
I hit the club in a stretched out Limousine
All iced up with the Baddest bitch u ever seen
They ask me what I do I say I make them stacks count
I’m dunking packs in Carolina Jerry Stackhouse
Been getting money popple bottles just the way I live
And keep my circle tight don’t want them people in my biz
I’m hitting Europe just to shop they say I’m going hard
They feel the pain in my music cause my heart is scarred
This for the homies Keep ya head up while you on the yard
And for you people making threats imma pull ya card

They say it’s lookin like Lotti hit the Lotto
Now he buying out the club poppin bottles
Making every stack count is my Motto
My clothes are Italian and I’m smelling like Gelato

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Fall off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Nah

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

Guess who’s back in the buildin lookin like a million
10 pounds of Kill zone I just made a Killin
All foreign cars Beamer Benz jaguars
Bad bitch at vlive and jaguars
Deebo Lotti philthy rich I’ll send your bitch
He been blowing up her phone cause he ain’t seen her since
All white G wagon white Bitch in it
You know that thang light tinted and it ain’t rented
I’m still ridin stock till them Rim’s come
I told my nigga stay down till them M’s come
All blue hunnits never did counterfeits
Ain’t scammed a day in my life I got it out a Bitch (It’s Philthy)

They say it’s lookin like Lotti hit the Lotto
Now he buying out the club poppin bottles
Making every stack count is my Motto
My clothes are Italian and I’m smelling like Gelato

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Fall off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Nah

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

You can say I’m back but NO I really never left
And I’m here to get the CREAM you can call me Meth
And steady rockin camo like an army rep
Haters wanna blow the whistle like a salty ref
Collecting Properties but this ain’t monopoly
Got a thousand pounds of gas so ain’t no stopping me
If ain’t about a dollar please don’t talk to me
And they steady throwing stones but ain’t no rocking me
They got jealous when the seen me in my new range
My daddy told me life is only about two thangs
Run this money up and watch out for these boo thangs
Italian Car and belt just to match my shoe game

They say it’s lookin like Lotti hit the Lotto
Now he buying out the club poppin bottles
Making every stack count is my Motto
My clothes are Italian and I’m smelling like Gelato

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Fall off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
They all said I was gonna fall off
Nah

Guess who’s Back...Lotti’s Back
Now I make the shots you can’t call off
Call off

Written by:
PHILLIP ANTHONY BEASLEY, UNKNOWN WRITER

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