Lyrics:
That mean the pack out
But these just da testers buddy
This a Taycan
This is not a Tesla buddy
What's the ticket?
150 cocksucker, beat it
Ice like
even sold his old car (woo woo woo)
Bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh, yes, he did
He said he would
Oh, oh, he's leavin'
It's the Lane
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gangbangers start
your house too. you gets sold by nette
Flow wet. So the world play slick
Bow Tie done made another hit
I’m out here making movies
You other dudes just
Nigga I done did a lot of shit that you aint never seen
Sold a 100 cases of the drank it ain't promethazine
Hit it with the Nyquil thought I was
Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby
I'mma let you pick out whatever you want
Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
got
I got tickets stealing you from hell
Don't you wonder why were all so wrong
Don't you wonder why were all so wrong
I am not your average rapper
even sold his old car (woo woo woo)
Bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh, yes, he did
He said he would
Oh, oh, he's leavin'
Yeah,
Yeah
I remember
(Maybach Music)
I remember nights I used to sell rock
Posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket
like an abortion
Word is bond, you made a mistake
and struck out, while I'm home safe at the plate
Def Squad, act like you know, backed by Russell
Bitch gone and Get up off ya seat I’m Thinking millions
We running up tickets Selling out These pavilions
I’m thinking a milli milli milli off These
all them chickens girl don't
Ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it
I be outchea every day
Just
Chris Brown and Andre Merritt:
"FLYING SOLO"
Departure time 7.30
I'm packed and ready to go
First class ticket out of here
I think it's time to put
Dangerous!
Friends in High Places!
So much You could get by the Wayside!
Called it By The Pound in the Middle of Traffic!
Money isn't big if none of y'all
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
stove for my mouth, I go yem am raww
I no fit cook words, to feed the streets at all
Am dishing out words, like am preaching the words
Now i be like
first
Finna fly to get my boo a purse
Aye if you need cook bitch I get that shit by the hurst
My gutta bitch got the drake up under her skit
If I up it
worried bout the tank
We did a skit, they got my ring on the plates
I mean my plates on the ring, I don't be knowin' what to say
Been ballin', been hard,
try me
I'm by myself but I'm five deep
All of these guns in this compact truck
Hop out that bih like GAH-lee
ARP this bih loud as fuck
Can you come
the shit
Check out the shoes they matching he fit
Balmain jeans you could tell by the stitch
Look in his eyes you can tell he a bitch
Won't cuff yeah i nail
Aye, was down I had to get up
So now I can't complain
I smoke my blunt cause my heart cut up
God damn right through the vein
I sold my boy like three
Yo
I'm like Pacquiao realest
Sold out arenas
Wanted me a hero
But then now I'm feelin' villainous
I'm venomous
But I ain't never fuckin' with them
to tell her what the business is
Finally found a bad bitch, that ain't got no kids
Started punching clocks, Lord forgive me, I ain't pulling skits
But I'm
know I make it shake in a drought
Cause I’m known for stretching
Take a 9 out every whole
Half a ticket off recompression
Student of the game
But
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