Ticket

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
[Bm]

[Verse 1]
(Sosa Baby) These niggas [Bm]ain't official
(nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (hann)
Dope all in the spine (dope)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to [C]lose (skrr)
[Bm]Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead [C]homies
[Bm]Probably why I ain't with em'

[Verse 2]
Ridin' around in this Fisker
Ten hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these
Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket (Gucci stuff,
Louis bang)

[Verse 3]
Walkin' through [Bm]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

[Verse 4]
I parked in a no park and got [Bm]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)

[Verse 5]
[Bm]These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (hann)
Dope all in the spine (dope)
Probably why I can't feel 'em (nah)
Too much to [C]lose (skr[Bm]r)
Probably why I ain't did
em' (yeah)
Gotta ball out for my dead [C]homies
[Bm]Probably why I ain't with em'

[Verse 6]
[Bm]
(yeah)
Ridin' around in this
Fisker (skrr)
Ten hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these
Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style,
these here a ticket (Gucci stuff, Louis bang)

[Verse 7]
Free Slick, niggas [Bm]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

[Verse 8]
These niggas [Bm]ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (hann)
Dope all in the spine (dope)
Probably why I can't feel 'em (nah)
Too much [C]to lose (skrr)
[Bm]Probably why I ain't did
em' (yeah)
Gotta ball out for my dead homies

[Verse 9]
Probably why I ain't with [Bm]em'
(yeah)
Ridin' around in this
Fisker (skrr)
Ten hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these
Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style,

[Outro 1]
these here a ticket (Gucci stuff, Louis bang)
[Bm]
[Bm]