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letra de what's the ticket - babydrill

[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 d-ck 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 h-ll 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 b-tters
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’ k!lled
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 h-ll 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 k!lled ’em? (babydrill)
why the h-ll 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’ k!lled
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

- babydrill

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