ticket

Kage my clan, nigga
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 niggas
Yeah man fuck all them Smith & Wesson, hop out, Glocks up on them niggas
I’m as real that shit get you, ask ya bitch about me nigga
Aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them niggas
Lil bitch, we hoppin out that four door, fuck a coupe, I’m bout to drake they
ass
And fuck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase
they ass
Man all these beams up on these guns, this shit ain’t fun, it look like laser
tag
You say you get paper? I dig it
Wll shit I’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out th trenches
Bruce Lee-Bruce Lee, watch how I kick it
Bitches be all on my dick, but I know that they fishy
Look, my bitch say that I’m tripping
My bitch 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)
Bitch I been thuggin since I was a toddler
I don’t got no problems, Hakuna Matata
You shot at your niggas 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
Bitch all on my dick and I don’t wanna fuck
Rob throw on the beat, watch the kid fuck it up
Who talked about me? I’mma fuck they block up
Shit really gon stink when I hop out the car
Uh, damn, damn, damn, uh!