777 (Pt. 2) Lyrics – Latto

[Intro: Latto]
Latto!
So y'all ain't gone give me no competition?
This sh!t, this sh!t getting too easy
This sh!t ain't even funny no more, for real
Big Latto!
B-B-Bankroll got it!

[Verse 1: Latto]
Gave y'all hoes the chance to win
And what y'all do? F**k that up
Last time around, they slept on me
I woke 'em up, like, "B!tch, it's up!"
Packed the CAP like Barbie sh!t
But I don't play with b!tches
I'm way too big to speak on petty sh!t
MJ said stay on mission
Got a thousand dollar steak on my plate
That's the only beef I ever get in
I could never fit in
How you comment on sh!t you'll never be in?
B!tches running they mouth like they got one (Haha)
Only category they gone put me in is the greatest
And b!tch, you not one (Yeah)
If you a fan, just say it
And go get my sh!t when I drop something

[Chorus: Latto]
I got three seven's iced out on my neck
Know they hate when I flex
Queen of the South, b!tch, 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 nothing
But four in the deck, b!tch

[Interlude: Latto]
And I'ma let y'all figure that sh!t out too
Playing with me like
Y'all don't know my body or something
777, the biggest
This sh!t bigger than big
Colossal Latto!

[Verse 2: Latto]
Y'all b!tches better off playing
The lotto than playing with Latto
Who you think set the trend?
Now all these b!tches follow
First rap b!tch try me
I'ma slap the sh!t up out her
Heard mo' money, mo' problems
B!tch, I know you ain't got 'em
Took the South, put a crown on it
Been running sh!t, got some miles on it
These hoes washed up, throw a towel on 'em
I get respect when I style on it
I'ma wild on 'em when I heat up
Sitting on the throne with my feet up
B!tch, say my name and get beat up
On my twelfth Birkin, ho, keep up
B!tches think they hot
Well come show me what that sh!t hitting for
That money talk be foreign to hoes
And that's for sh!t sure
The youngest and the richest
I made it known from the get go
To these pu**y hoes
I'm Deebo, Big Latto the big GOAT

[Outro: Latto]
Man, y'all hoes better find
Y'all someone to play with
I ain't the one
And damn sure ain't the two
I ain't got sh!t left to prove
Put a bow on that sh!t, 777
I got three seven's iced out on my neck
Know they hate when I flex
Queen of the South, ain't nothing
But four in the deck, b!tch