The Ticket Lyrics

I ride around with a knot

I'm finna beat up the pack

After I split it say I hit the block

I ain't on the internet I don't be in to that

He on ig throwing shots

Hoe!

These niggas want what I got

Reach for my jewelry I bet you get rocked

So Yhani the villain I really be chillin

I'm having packs to the ceiling

I'm having racks off of rap never knew what a feeling

Only fourteen I was dealing

Free all my young niggas stuck in that can off of stealing

I'm finna make us a way

I dun grew up bitch I ain't tryna play

If ain't no Marijuana I can't start my day

My chain gone make you go Charles, Ray

No disrespect niggas know I'm too nice

I'm a young Haitian Jamaican you know I be eating on griot I need it with rice

Speaking of Haitian my father dun left me

So I don't speak creole that shit just ain't right

I need me a big booty bitch for tonight

Horny as fuck probably pay her to pipe

Go! High speed chase no chat I zoom

Practice my aim in the woods I go boom

He tryna kick it cus I got the ticket

I'm high as fuck say this gotta be shrooms

Nut in her kitty we got a lil sticky

No plan B I'm doomed wow

No plan B know I'm stuck to this rap or the trap

Know them racks coming soon! Ow

I'm smoking woods till the shit kind of hurts

Ace and Kd I'm still sending them shirts

I'm in the field making plays like I'm Hurts

Windows tinted for the ones tryna lurk

I'm smoking gas off the shelf fuck a perc

Pray for my brothers the most

Wish I could buy my big sisters a house in the Cali top heals

Ether that or east coast

Remember them days when I ain't had no shoes or no socks

I'm the nigga they would roast Gang!

Now I'm that nigga in malls taking pictures with people I don't even know

Bang! Metal on me and I can't even carry

Moving fast I be living like Larry

I'm smoking gas from the east it be harry

I carry weight when I cruise like I'm Terry

I'm smoking gas this some shit you can't handle

Making plays with a nic like I'm Randle

2011 we ain't had no lights

So every night we was lighting them candles

I had it harder lil Nigga a fraud

Get off the block and go get you a job

He copped a pack trying to act like a rapper

Bitch I was active, for rap I'm a trapper

I ride around with a knot

I'm finna beat up the pack

After I split it say I hit the block

I ain't on the internet I don't be in to that, He on ig throwing shots

Hoe! These niggas want what I got

Reach for my jewelry I bet you get rocked

So Yhani the villain I really be chillin

I'm having packs to the ceiling

I'm having racks off of rap never knew what a feeling

Only fourteen I was dealing

Free all my young niggas stuck in that can off of stealing

I'm finna make us a way

I dun grew up bitch I ain't tryna play

If ain't no Marijuana I can't start my day

Bow!