Ticket Lyrics – LeyendaRob
Singer: LeyendaRob
Title: Ticket
Kage my clan, n#gg#
Damn, damn, uh, yeah, uh
Damn, damn, uh, let’s go [L-L-Leyenda!
Uh, uh, damn, damn, uh, yeah, yeah, go, go
Hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n#gg#s
Yeah man f#ck all them Smith & Wesson, hop out, Glocks up on them n#gg#s
I’m as real that sh#t get you, ask ya b#tch about me n#gg#
Aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n#gg#s
Lil b#tch, we hoppin out that four door, f#ck a coupe, I’m bout to drake they #ss
And f#ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they #ss
Man all these beams up on these guns, this sh#t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
You say you get paper? I dig it
Wеll sh#t I’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out thе trenches
Bruce Lee-Bruce Lee, watch how I kick it
b#tches be all on my dick, but I know that they fishy
Look, my b#tch say that I’m tripping
My b#tch she know that I be dripping, water pacific
I’m in the trap with a couple of robbers [yeah
Look at me wrong I might shoot at your father [go
b#tch I been thuggin since I was a toddler
I don’t got no problems, Hakuna Matata
You shot at your n#gg#s cause you think you tough
He got some lil static cause I had to shock him
They don’t cause they know that it’s up
b#tch all on my dick and I don’t wanna f#ck
Rob throw on the beat, watch the kid f#ck it up
Who talked about me? I’mma f#ck they block up
sh#t really gon stink when I hop out the car
Uh, damn, damn, damn, uh!
Hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n#gg#s
Yeah man f#ck all them Smith & Wesson, hop out, Glocks up on them n#gg#s
I’m as real that sh#t get you, ask ya b#tch about me n#gg#
Aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n#gg#s
Lil b#tch, we hoppin out that four door, f#ck a coupe, I’m bout to drake they #ss
And f#ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they #ss
Man all these beams up on these guns, this sh#t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
You say you get paper? I dig it
Well sh#t I’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches
You say you get paper? I dig it
Well sh#t I’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches
Bruce Lee, watch how I kick it
b#tches be all on my dick, but I know that they fishy
Look, my b#tch say that I’m tripping
My b#tch she know that I be dripping, water pacific
Damn, damn, damn, uh!
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