What’s the Ticket lyrics

[Intro]
(COUPE)
Yeah, that b*tch rocking
On God
That motherf*cker rocking
I'm, I'm, I'm, on this, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pshh, when I was broke, they ain't call
Now I'm rich, my sh*t be jumpin' off the hinges, off the wall
Baby freak, she eat me, woo, she just suck di*k right through the drawers
I'm ridin' around in a BP, tryna see who to go knock off
Yeah, yeah, them n*ggas mad, no competition
f*ck on b*tch and Deborah, I put a hundred on a pendant
n*ggas claim they gangster, but they never stand on business
Like, how the hell you claim you the richest opp in the f*ckin' city?
n*gga, 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 n*ggas claiming that they gangster, no, they cannot f*ck with me
Every time I sent a blitz, light sh*t 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 n*ggas claim they kids, but I'm the one hop out with cutters
Nah, these n*ggas think they rich until I pop out with them blues in a duffel
[Chorus]
I want all them n*ggas dead
Whoever spoke on my brother, whoever spoke on me instead
Whoever dissed the gang, whoever went against this sh*t
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 f*ck n*ggas stop hatin', tell 'em mind they business
Tell 'em I'm really one of the richest in the f*ckin' city
And I can get they whole gang smoked, I don't care 'bout what's the ticket

[Verse 2]
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 b*tch 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 n*ggas dyin'? 'Cause I'm the one who sent 'em
Huh, this sh*t ain't for me, this sh*t for us, n*gga, we all chosen
n*gga, that ho ain't for me, that ho for us, n*gga, we all can fold 'em (BabyDrill)
Overachieving with that carbon, watch me overachieve
Else I'd be dead or in jail, but look, n*gga, I don't need it
sh*t, 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 sh*t, n*gga
Blood, sweat, and tears, we pulled them triggers behind this sh*t, n*gga
Rock out for Rock, I keep a Glock, you the reason I'm rich, n*gga
Free lil' BJ, he the reason I drop Lego in them sticks, n*gga
Brrt, brrt, tryna gun somethin' down
We the ones who up the score, long live Hundred Round
sh*t, I'm goin' bigger than big, no done up, that's mine
sh*t, I'm gettin' richer than rich, know my mama gettin' proud
Just f*cked up thirteen racks on 'fit, 'member penny-pinchin' on a thousand
Just bought young crew like thirty switches, told 'em now twenty-four hours
[Chorus]
I want all them n*ggas dead
Whoever spoke on my brother, whoever spoke on me instead
Whoever dissed the gang, whoever went against this sh*t
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 f*ck n*ggas stop hatin', tell 'em mind they business
Tell 'em I'm really one of the richest in the f*ckin' city
And I can get they whole gang smoked, I don't care 'bout what's the ticket