3 Tickets ft. 4PF Mackie & NG City Lyrics

One eighty seven sco merta

We want twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

Real trapper had a hundred before I did a show

Had a plug in the can I aint let nobody know

Yeah I had the plug mad went and got my own doe

It took a whole week to move a ten boy yo trap too slow

I sold them bags so fast they thought I sold my soul

Stayed down an never fold direct the plays like im the coach

Thirty four thirty six to thirty eight got plenty flavs

Checkin plays at the door you cant caint get yo gun in

Its Three tickets you ain't wit us you cant come in

I'm in the club I got my gun in

Kno these fuck niggas wishin my run end

All blue dub when I spread all hundins

Fly threw them bags like bees they hummin

The za so soft it feel like a gummy

I took a break off Friday to Sunday

Laughing at these niggas cuz these broke niggas funny

Stuck to the bag I'm hooked on money

Me and Mack dawg hit the ground straight running

Facetime Big Grip im fasho he coming

You call for the load you know they coming

Ion do know fake ties boy ima cut it

This shit out ya league way out ya budget

Diamonds an carrots they straight out of Lucky

Four Gang NG we go for nothing

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

I'm getting in loads im still in the four

Bags in the cabinet the stick on the floor

Count dat boy money before he walk out that door

Caint go for no shorts cus I need my doe

They say I got racks but Im trying to get more

Make a few millions Ima get a few more

The gun on me small this the one I throw

Thirty piece on me in a Monclear coat

A nick on nigga yea I had a lil more

A good Percocet night an im slaying a hoe

I'm player for real an you paying the hoe

Crushed ice hi-tech caint drank if it aint cold

Cartier froze vvs diamonds in my earlobes

I send my hoe to serve she gone run through the bankroll

A bitch get fired if she dont do what she supposed

Spent twelve on the shoes a nick on the clothes

I look like a bag when I hit the door

He watchin the cameras the boy at the door

He dont serve with he strap Ima thank he the folks

Yea I rep NG but I throw up the fours

He might got cash but he aint got this tho

Try the gang boy you get spent like a disco

Plug is Mexican pull up in pinto

Condo working caint pull no kick door

I buzz you up thats what I pay rent for

Play wit exotic bags like nintendo

Cartier frames customized tint

Slide me a bag I pulled me a kimbro

He want to shop so I serve yo kinfolk

Work all night Ima pull me a two four

Connected to plug just like a aux

NG four Gang hottest on the block

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more

Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more

Box truck vacuum seal thats another load