Ticket

[Chorus] These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't did em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket [Verse 1] Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope 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 fuck around get rained up Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em' I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon [Bridge] I parked in a no park and got me a ticket Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin' Man, I swear these bitches out here trippin' If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies (Lets get it) [Chorus] These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't did em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket [Verse 2] Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit Bitch, my pockets on deep dish You don't hustle, you don't eat shit Ride past you like I don't see shit I let it seek me, I don't seek it [Chorus] These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't did em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket Gucci! Louis! BANG