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 Ho
So you could maintain your lil' bitch-ass, fake-ass lifestyle
Now it's a year later, I still don't have my money and you're rappin' about hittin' the lottery
Tell me, where the fuck do they do that shit at?
I just— I d— I don't know

You think 'cause I'm five foot two I can't box?
I'm 5'4 " , I'll whoop your ass, swear to God
Get your ass whipped by a munchkin
Tell you something, Joyner, I don't care how short I am
Or whether I can get on the roller coasters at Disney World
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
Gimme my shit!