Tangotalk

(Half a ticket and I’m riding this s*it mine Half a million, all mine for my kids) I just spent half a ticket, that’s a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is? That’s for my children (Children) I just spent a half a ticket, that’s a half a Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty (Plenty) And I need another call home Do you love me? I don’t need your love Jump in this car if you touch this oil Sip it till it’s done I never choke when I’m up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutching pistols when the l’s get took But toast just ’cause we won (’cause we won, oh oh) You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can’t tell And I don’t give a fu*k ’bout half you n!ggas I really ain’t wishing ’em well Flushing a half a book, you flipping half a bale And if rapping don’t work out, b!tch, I got clientele Hold it down for me and I’ll blow up her zelle, yeah Brand new crib, brand new car, what you need? what else? I read through her like books, we gon’ fu*k on a shelf Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair Back to my n!ggas, we in the south N!gga, where n!ggas trap, n!gga Fu*k the trenches, n!gga We in the bank with it, thousands, millions Okay, enough of this Fu*k all this rap ape s*it, yeah, the realest n!gga You gotta cavity, these n!ggas cap s*it And these n!ggas ain’t killing s*it B!tch, slide on ’em in a fishbowl This b!tch ain’t tinted, n!gga All my whips not rented, n!gga Paper now, that’s plenty, n!gga I got money I’m having now Stay up out my business, n!gga They like, \”baby, he done changed up\” Get up out your feelings, n!gga Yeah, used to live check to check I’m trying to see what’s next She got the best neck Left her on bissonnet Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts 60 for a show, I can’t take none less 10 racks for a post, in case you trying flex B!tch, you can’t diss me If you ain’t ever sat inside no private jet (At least one) 50 thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh Malibu oasis, I just fu*ked her on the beachfront Make her pu*sy beatbox, really tastes like peach punch I prefer a street box, you know we don’t need guns I ain’t the type to jump out the kitchen when the heat up Oh, you know everything, tell me the fu*k do you need me for? Pretty b!tches love me, we been kicking s*it like fifa I know she want smoke, go ahead baby, roll that leaf up Baby, kick your feet up, baby, come eat this meat up I know you ain’t ever met a n!gga cut like me, yeah I just spent half a ticket, that’s a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is? That’s for my children (Children) I just spent a half a ticket, that’s a half a Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty And I need another call home Do you love me? I don’t need your love Jump in this car if you touch this oil Sip it till it’s done I never choke when I’m up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutching pistols when the l’s get took But toast just ’cause we won (’cause we won, oh oh). Half a Ticket lyrics – DeeBaby : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com