Testo What's The Ticket - BabyDrill
Testo della canzone What's The Ticket (BabyDrill), tratta dall'album ScoreGod
(COUPE)
Yeah, that bitch rocking
On God
That motherfucker rocking
I'm, I'm, I'm, on this, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Psh, when I was broke, they ain't call
Now I'm rich, my shit be jumpin' off the hinges, off the wall
Baby freak, she eat me, whoo, she just suck dick right through the drawers
I'm ridin' around in a BP, tryna see who to go knock off
Yeah, yeah, them niggas mad, no competition
Fuck on bitch and Deborah, I put a hundred on a pendant
Niggas claim they gangster, but they never stand on business
Like, how the hell you claim you the richest opp in the fuckin' city?
Nigga, that's me and I told 'em talk ain't cheap
Dropped a hundred on my whip, an extra hundred to get a BP
These niggas claiming that they gangster, no, they cannot fuck with me
Every time I sent a blitz, light shit up, no Christmas tree
All blue like Crippin' tree
Yeah, yeah, I like them hot
You'd think Drill straight out New York how he love bloodstains on his butters
All these niggas claim they kids, but I'm the one hop out with cutters
Nah, these niggas think they rich until I pop out with them blues in a duffel
I want all them niggas dead
Whoever spoke on my brother, whoever spoke on me instead
Whoever dissed the gang, whoever went against this shit
Whoever claim they bigger, swear to God, they ass gettin' killed
That's on my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause I stand on business
Tell them fuck niggas stop hatin', tell 'em mind they business
Tell 'em I'm really one of the richest in the fuckin' city
And I can get they whole gang smoked, I don't care 'bout what's the ticket
Huh, the city full of lollipops, stay away from suckers
Huh, them folks didn't make it, body lock, need more than a recover
I'm a city baby, but I'm on the paper gettin' head by a bitch like Dora
Anyway, I'm straight up out the street, how the hell I make a European tour?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, why they tryna diss me?
Why you put me in them songs like I ain't stand on business?
Why you mention all them bodies like you the one who killed 'em? (BabyDrill)
Why the hell them niggas dyin'? 'Cause I'm the one who sent 'em
Huh, this shit ain't for me, this shit for us, nigga, we all chosen
Nigga, that ho ain't for me, that ho for us, nigga, we all can fold 'em (BabyDrill)
Overachieving with that carbon, watch me overachieve
Else I'd be dead or in jail, but look, nigga, I don't need it
Shit, I'm the hood's hope, slab pope, feel like they need me
'Cause I was broke, they seen me, now I'm rich, they tryna be me
Huh, trials and tribulations, I fought the system behind this shit, nigga
Blood, sweat, and tears, we pulled them triggers behind this shit, nigga
Rock out for Rock, I keep a Glock, you the reason I'm rich, nigga
Free lil' BJ, he the reason I drop Lego in them sticks, nigga
Brrt, brrt, tryna gun somethin' down
We the ones who up the score, long live Hundred Round
Shit, I'm goin' bigger than big, no done up, that's mine
Shit, I'm gettin' richer than rich, know my mama gettin' proud
Just fucked up 13 racks on 'fit, 'member penny-pinchin' on a thousand
Just bought young crew like 30 switches, told 'em now 24 hours
I want all them niggas dead
Whoever spoke on my brother, whoever spoke on me instead
Whoever dissed the gang, whoever went against this shit
Whoever claim they bigger, swear to God, they ass gettin' killed
That's on my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause I stand on business
Tell them fuck niggas stop hatin', tell 'em mind they business
Tell 'em I'm really one of the richest in the fuckin' city
And I can get they whole gang smoked, I don't care 'bout what's the ticket
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Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper Iii, Delquristo Wilson, Tevin Blands
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