Latto – The Biggest Lyrics

[Intro]
(Mario)

[Chorus]
The blogs wanna know who I’m f*ckin’ (Yeah)
Rap bitches ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
f*ck it, I’ll change my name but I bet they still gon’ find somethin’ (On God)
Y’all ain’t bully me out my shit (My shit)
Drop hits, I still ain’t missed (Boom)
New money, new crib, new whip, new name, I’m still that bitch

[Verse 1]
Only bitch from my city went platinum
Y’all know who the biggest is, quit cappin’
Plaques, money, stacks, bitch, I’m havin’
These bitches be talking more than they be rappin’
Labels tryna make another Latto
Birkin hold my lip gloss and hollows
ClayCo baby, Lovejoy tomorrow (ClayCo)
Playing both sides, get unfollowed (Bitch)
Right my wrongs, hope I say it right (Yeah)
But they gon’ hate ’til I’m dead, right?
If a hatin’ bitch wanna see me stop, she gon’ have to catch me at the red light
I went from a favorite to the most hated
How a bitch overpaid but still underrated?
Don’t want no sympathy, just know I changed
I’ll be damned if the name the reason I don’t make it (Bitch)
It contradicted what I stand for (Uh-huh)
The backlash ain’t what I planned for (Uh-huh)
Now I know better, so I’m movin’ better
Ten toes to the damn floor (Bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Misunderstood so I made it official (Official)
Changed the name, watch they still make it a issue (On God)
Big Latto, bitch, ain’t nothin’ ’bout me little (Big Latto)
Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

[Chorus]
The blogs wanna know who I’m f*ckin’ (I’m f*ckin’)
Rap bitches ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
f*ck it, I’ll change my name but I bet they still gon’ find somethin’ (Brrra)

Y’all ain’t bully me out my shit (My shit)
Drop hits, I still ain’t missed (Bitch)
New money, new crib, new whip, new name, I’m still that bitch
The blogs wanna know who I’m f*ckin’
Rap bitches ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (On God)
f*ck it, I’ll change my name but I bet they still gon’ find somethin’
Y’all ain’t bully me out my shit (My shit)
Drop hits, I still ain’t missed (Boop)
New money, new crib, new whip, new name, I’m still that bitch

[Verse 2]
First I wasn’t tryna hear the facts (Yeah)
If they don’t understand me, kiss my ass (Yeah)
But looking back, that was immature (Uh-huh)
Some shit you should just leave in the past (Yeah)
Tried to turn the negative to a positive, but now I see the big deal (Yeah)
How you choose a name like that in a world where your people getting killed? (Boom)
I jumped off the porch at number eight (Yeah)
The name was given, if you knew the case (Yeah)
I was too young for the debate (Yeah)
But now I take the blame for my mistakes
They don’t wanna talk about the good
Like when I spent Christmas in the hood
That shit barely got a million views
If it ain’t drama then it’s overlooked (Damn, on God)

[Pre-Chorus]
Misunderstood so I made it official (Bitch)
Changed the name, watch they still make it a issue
Big Latto, bitch, ain’t nothin’ ’bout me little (Big Latto)
Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

[Outro]
Blogs wanna know who I’m f*ckin’
f*ck it, I’ll change my name but I bet they still gon’ find somethin’

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Mulatto Breaks Silence On Dating Key Glock And Why She Refuses To Reveal BF

The person Mulatto is secretly dating is not Key Glock.

Mulatto is staying tight-lipped about her relationship for now, but the rapper says she is “happy behind closed doors.” Lately, she has been gushing about her new flame on social media, and it led to fans speculating about who the mystery man could be. Memphis rapper Key Glock is the latest artist that Mulatto has been linked to after fans suspected 21 Savage, and they both denied it.

In a new interview on Big Facts Podcast, Big Latto spoke about why she is keeping her romantic partner a secret and denied that it was Key Glock. “Nah. No,” she said when questioned about the rumor. “Nah, you see, my life be so public that if I can keep it lowkey, Imma keep it lowkey,” Big Latto said. “This ain’t no like—clearly I’m not in the blogs and sh*t like f***in’, PR ass relationship… I’m happy behind closed doors. I don’t want everybody in my business f***in’ that sh*t up.”

The rapper also cleared up the misconception that she only “f**ks with Atlanta ni**as” while implying that her man wasn’t from The A. While the podcast hosts continued to press Mulatto to namedrop her boyfriend, she politely refused but suggested that she might eventually. “I’m not saying I’ll never tell the world,” she said. “I’m dead ass serious. I’m happy behind closed doors and I want to keep it like that.”

Fans have been trying to put the puzzle together ever since Mulatto started showing obvious signs of being in love on social media. For months, the rapper has been hinting strongly at her new relationship, and after she shared a photo of her man’s watch recently, fans initially believed it belonged to 21 Savage and then Key Glock. According to Big Latto, neither of those guesses were correct, but her man does work in the industry.

Do you think we will soon find out who the mystery man in Mulatto’s life is?

Q Da Fool – Gotta Go Get It Lyrics (feat. Mulatto)

[Verse 1: Mulatto]
I gotta go get it, I stay with a glizzy
Said these bitches get out they feelings
I handle my business, don’t get caught up in it
I pull up and dump ’til it’s empty
I make ’em bust back to back like a semi
Ain’t trippin’ on no nigga, bitch, I got plenty
Young lit bitch, I’m havin’ this shit
Got rich and I’m barely even in my 20s

[Verse 2: Q da Fool]
She popped a pill and she tryna get f*cked
[?]
Some nigga tried to take down this ship, but they sunk
I brung out a hundred [?] pump
Just tell me you wanna, we flippin’ your truck
She drink it up like my dick in her cup
[?] for fun, but the chop what I trust
Pull back on his block, we ain’t shoot him enough

[Verse 3: Mulatto]
These lazy bitches ain’t doin’ enough
If it’s smoke, thеn you know it’s up through there with us
I get thе drop and they shootin’ it up
f*ck around and get knocked off for doin’ too much
Big Latto, big money, big body Benz
I don’t need a rider, I’m pushin’ that pen
Walk into Saks and I blew me a ten
I get the backend and I do it again

[Verse 4: Q da Fool]
I gotta go get it
Got brody a lawyer, he tired of sittin’
That water poppin’ like we fryin’ some chicken
Your chain copper, went online to get it
I couldn’t find you niggas
No drip, yeah, I still outshine you niggas
f*ck a jury, I’ll pay ’em, I’m out of the system

Got word he was hatin’, I’ma nut on his sister

[Chorus: Q da Fool & Mulatto]
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

[Verse 5: Q da Fool]
Shoot up your whole block with the team
When we done, leave no witness
My bitch addicted to that Louis V with Supreme
And she straight out the trenches
Them boys couldn’t shoot, got left on the benches
Dior on my foot, when I step it’s expensive
I used to hop over fences
That song sound good, but that shit, you don’t live it

[Chorus: Q da Fool & Mulatto]
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

[Outro: Q da Fool]
Yeah, uh, uh, gotta go get it
Uh, uh, leave your ass missin’
Uh, uh, gotta go get it
Uh, uh, we in a million
Uh, stuck in the trenches
Uh, jump off the building
Uh, uh, they gotta get it