Ticket歌詞

作詞 : Keith Cozart/ Dwayne Richardson
作曲 : Dwayne Richardson/Keith Cozart
These *****s ain't official (nah!)
Real ***** ain't in him (hannn!)
**** all in the spine (****!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em (nah!)
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em' (yah)
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em' (yah)
Ridin' around in this Fisker (skrt!)
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep)
These here are official (beeep, beep)
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like ****
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you ***** around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you ***** around get banged on
Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this ******* with a black hoodie, black gucci's; Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got me a ticket
Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these ******* out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my *****ies
(Let's get it)
These *****s ain't official (nah!)
Real ***** ain't in him (hannn!)
**** all in the spine (****!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em (nah!)
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em' (yah)
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em' (yah)
Ridin' around in this Fisker (skrt!)
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep)
These here are official (beeep, beep)
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, *****s keep talkin' that G *******t
*****s keep talkin' that sweet *******t
*****s ain't talkin' that street *******t
******* my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat *******t
Ride past you like I don't see *******t
I let it seek me, I don't seek it
These *****s ain't official (nah!)
Real ***** ain't in him (hannn!)
**** all in the spine (****!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em (nah!)
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em' (yah)
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em' (yah)
Ridin' around in this Fisker (skrt!)
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep)
These here are official (beeep, beep)
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
(Let's get it) Gucci! Louis! BANG