Walking Ticket
Key Glock
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(Ramy, oh my god, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah (Prolific beats) Glizzock (Nick ju made this beat) You dig? Ayy Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah I'm on a Paper Route, yeah, bitch you know the business Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (what?) I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in Now I whip a big thing, Benjamin's my best friend (yeah) I be fresh as f*ck, yeah, they be like, "Who dressed him?" (The f*ck?) Bitch I'm young and reckless, backend bought some weapons And another necklace (ice, ice), I just keep on flexin' Countin' up my blessings, got another check in (okay) I just left from Texas and put some white baguettes in (ah) Don't smoke unleaded, exotic make my head spin (yeah) I'm a livin' legend (yeah), more money than your daddy (yeah) Yup, keep them big bucks Diamond jumpin', double dutch Ballin', smokin' on some musk Ride my wave, bitch, buckle up Tennis chains playin' tug-of-war Feel might get a double r (yeah) Nigga, I want one just because (yeah yeah yeah) You dig? Ayy Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah I'm on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (what?) I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (uh-uh) Lightin' up like Christmas (lightin' up) Spend racks at the dentist (racks) Now my bitch is bitchin', she said she wants some titties (bitch, bitch) I'm makin' bread, jiffy (yeah), whole gang gettin' it (got it) Auntie said I'm gifted (yup), yeah, I'm on a mission (yeah) Pull up, skrrt, drift it, bitch don't tempt me (ho) Hop up in this amg, I'm fuckin' up your lipstick (yeah yeah) I just made a quick flip right there at the quick trip Pulled up on somethin' real thick, she like, "you got real drip" Drip, drip, in the drop Put my guap over thots (guap), mister kill-the-parking-lot (mister) In my camouflage car, blowin' dope, f*ck a bar Codeine baby, bye-bye, goddamn, I be high as f*ck (yeah) You dig? Ayy Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah I'm on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (what?) I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in
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Written by: Bryant Hill, Cole Ross Wainright, Julian Mason, Markeyvius Cathey, Ramiro Andres Morales
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