Walking Ticket

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Ramy, oh my god, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
 Prolific Beats
 Glizzock
 Nick Ju made this beat
 You dig? Ayy
 Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah
 I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
 Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
 I'm on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
 Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
 Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh
 Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (What?)
 I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in
 Now I whip a big thing, Benjamin's my best friend (Yeah)
 I be fresh as fuck, yeah, they be like, "Who dressed him?" (The fuck?)
 Bitch I'm young and reckless, backend bought some weapons
 And another necklace (Ice, ice), I just keep on flexin'
 Countin' up my blessings, got another check in (Okay)
 I just left from Texas and put some white baguettes in (Ah)
 Don't smoke unleaded, exotic make my head spin (Yeah)
 I'm a livin' legend (Yeah), more money than your daddy (Yeah)
 Yup, keep them big bucks
 Diamond jumpin', double dutch
 Ballin', smokin' on some musk
 Ride my wave, bitch, buckle up
 Tennis chains playin' tug-of-war
 Feel might get a double R (Yeah)
 Nigga, I want one just because (Yeah yeah yeah)
 You dig? Ayy
 Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah
 I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
 Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
 I'm on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
 Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
 Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh
 Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (What?)
 I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (Uh-uh)
 Lightin' up like Christmas (Lightin' up)
 Spend racks at the dentist (Racks)
 Now my bitch is bitchin',
 she said she wants some titties (Bitch, bitch)
 I'm makin' bread, Jiffy (Yeah), whole gang gettin' it (Got it)
 Auntie said I'm gifted (Yup), yeah, I'm on a mission (Yeah)
 Pull up, skrrt, drift it, bitch don't tempt me (Ho)
 Hop up in this AMG, I'm fuckin' up your lipstick (Yeah yeah)
 I just made a quick flip right there at the Quick Trip
 Pulled up on somethin' real thick, she like, "You got real drip"
 Drip, drip, in the drop
 Put my guac over thots (Guac), Mister Kill-the-Parking-Lot (Mister)
 In my camouflage car, blowin' dope, fuck a bar
 Codeine baby, bye-bye, goddamn, I be high as fuck (Yeah)
 You dig? Ayy
 Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig? Yeah
 I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah
 Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah
 I'm on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business
 Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh
 Diamonds glistenin', baby said I'm hittin', huh
 Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention? Uh (What?)
 I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:06
Key
1
Tempo
144 BPM

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