Ticket Lyrics

Started off pockets was empty

I got on my grind now I count me a 50

Shop in the mall it's no entry

I lay my lil legs on my bitch in Givenchy

No we ain't doin no dissin

I pop at ya man's if he act like a sissy

Drop a lil fee on the Benz

I like for a week, then I'm coppin the Bentley

These niggas goin out sad

I swear I could never go back to dem trenches

Might fly her out if she bad

Lil freaky bitch bussin it down in my mentions

Took a lil loss I was mad

I called up my brother got right on the business

Everyday look like christmas

Fuck is forgiveness

I get you knocked off for a ticket

Free Cooley G out the slam

The day he get out pick em up from the pen in that lamb

I'm shootin the glock till it jam

The sun it's still out when we slide

But we don't give a damn

Pretty bitch fixin her glam

That's the one be on the road when I'm bussin dem scams

I need like 50 a gram

Bitch I got that white make ya move like Yosemite Sam

Aye started off winter was colder

Ran that shit up now we ridin in rovers

I got a bitch hold me down in Kenosha

Get in that cat knock her down a like dozer

Make her say so few times like Doja

Don't wanna talk when I slide bend over

This my season, adoba

Come wit the check in the text don't be talkin exposure

My bitch she love double Gs

That shit piss her off when I say Fashion Nova

She wanna party all week

But I wanna trap so I told her it's over

Had to stay way from the lean

Whatever got into me got in my soda

And these lil niggas be actin like me

Cause I got the glock and the mind of a soulja

My fingers

They itchin

They itchin for that paper

Call up the plug get a pack out to Vegas

Bitch I be turnt to the max like a vapor

How they be talkin and don't even kno us

Once you got more money these niggas be hatin

Load up that chop blue tip with the lasers

Run his ass down when we ride

Imma buss in this bitch like the head of the lakers

Started off pockets was empty

I got on my grind now I count me a 50

Shop in the mall it's no entry

I lay my lil legs on my bitch in Givenchy

No we ain't doin no dissin

I pop at ya man's if he act like a sissy

Drop a lil fee on the Benz

I like for a week, then I'm coppin the Bentley

These niggas goin out sad

I swear I could never go back to dem trenches

Might fly her out if she bad

Lil freaky bitch bussin it down in my mentions

Took a lil loss I was mad

I called up my brother got right on the business

Everyday look like christmas

Fuck is forgiveness

I get you knocked off for a ticket