Ticket lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas ain't official (nah!)
Real n*gga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

[Verse 1]
Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
'Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you f*ck around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you f*ck around get banged on
Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this b*tch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon
[Bridge]
I parked in a no park and got me a ticket
Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin'
Man, I swear these b*tches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my di*kies
(Lets get it)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas ain't official (nah!)
Real n*gga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

[Verse 2]
Free Slick, n*ggas keep talkin' that G sh*t
n*ggas keep talkin' that sweet sh*t
n*ggas ain't talkin' that street sh*t
b*tch, my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat sh*t
Ride past you like I don't see sh*t
I let it seek me, I don't seek it
[Chorus]
These n*ggas ain't official (nah!)
Real n*gga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Gucci! Louis! BANG