Ticket
Swazy why you do it to em?
Ayyya 17 in this bitch aye
I got the fuckin ticket
I'm bouta run me up a bag on these niggas
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'ma turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
I got the fuckin ticket bitch we eatin
Southside 17 the team why y'all sleepin
We bouta blow like boosie you better believe it
I flood my wrist with ice it's cold but ion freeze it
We outchea
Tookoff on these niggas no spaceship
Chase the trail of sauce cause my swag drip
Run them bands up not stopping until we rich
Need a way out so fuck it this gone be it
Chase that paper that make niggas think you crip
I don't bang but them Gs what my niggas is
Keep on changing my flow got you niggas lit aye
Straight gas the pressure got me lifted
I know the money comin soon my granny palm be itchin
Never freeze up but Cube status all about the benjis
I'm bouta reel these bands in like I was goin fishin
17 the team
First place Lighting McQueen
I'm gone be rich and never stress to feed my family
These niggas hate on me
I'm what they wanna be
A boss who comin up but I can't help that you ain't built like me
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'm turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
Center of the team oluajawan im the dream
I'm tryna be on BET and make it wit my team
When I pull up my car be loud you smell the weed
Gotta turn it down cause 12 be searching like some fuckin feens
Only pushin gas if it's diesel
If you snitching then pop go the weezle
We get jack in my city no Nino
My chips come in packs but I bag it not frito
What yo say there lil nigga like debo
Just like future I need me a freak hoe
Hella bands stackin up yea I need those
Yung17 comin up nigga like Migos
I'll kick a bitch out like I'm Martin
Dance when I get the bag like I'm Carlton
17 where I'm from we retarded
When we was broke a nigga still went and bought it
Ain't askin no more cause I'm poppin
Don't supply her if she aint boss bitch
Feelin lucky but I ain't from Boston
We niggas wit attitudes Straight Outta Charleston
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'm turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
Ayyy
Ayyya 17 in this bitch aye
I got the fuckin ticket
I'm bouta run me up a bag on these niggas
Ayyya 17 in this bitch aye
I got the fuckin ticket
I'm bouta run me up a bag on these niggas
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'ma turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
I got the fuckin ticket bitch we eatin
Southside 17 the team why y'all sleepin
We bouta blow like boosie you better believe it
I flood my wrist with ice it's cold but ion freeze it
We outchea
Tookoff on these niggas no spaceship
Chase the trail of sauce cause my swag drip
Run them bands up not stopping until we rich
Need a way out so fuck it this gone be it
Chase that paper that make niggas think you crip
I don't bang but them Gs what my niggas is
Keep on changing my flow got you niggas lit aye
Straight gas the pressure got me lifted
I know the money comin soon my granny palm be itchin
Never freeze up but Cube status all about the benjis
I'm bouta reel these bands in like I was goin fishin
17 the team
First place Lighting McQueen
I'm gone be rich and never stress to feed my family
These niggas hate on me
I'm what they wanna be
A boss who comin up but I can't help that you ain't built like me
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'm turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
Center of the team oluajawan im the dream
I'm tryna be on BET and make it wit my team
When I pull up my car be loud you smell the weed
Gotta turn it down cause 12 be searching like some fuckin feens
Only pushin gas if it's diesel
If you snitching then pop go the weezle
We get jack in my city no Nino
My chips come in packs but I bag it not frito
What yo say there lil nigga like debo
Just like future I need me a freak hoe
Hella bands stackin up yea I need those
Yung17 comin up nigga like Migos
I'll kick a bitch out like I'm Martin
Dance when I get the bag like I'm Carlton
17 where I'm from we retarded
When we was broke a nigga still went and bought it
Ain't askin no more cause I'm poppin
Don't supply her if she aint boss bitch
Feelin lucky but I ain't from Boston
We niggas wit attitudes Straight Outta Charleston
These niggas hatin but I get it
Check life like Nike I'm official
I just dropped 17 Made and they ain't feel me
So I'm turn up just a little
Ima blow up for my nigga
For the paper I'm all in
This cash keep on callin
Im on it I'm trained to go get it
I slaughter and sauce it
A.I. with the crosses
I ball like I'm hardaway penny
These niggas stay talkin
They hate to see bosses
Who know how to run up them benjis
See the bag Ima take it
They know we gone make it
I'm winning and I got the ticket
Ayyy
Ayyya 17 in this bitch aye
I got the fuckin ticket
I'm bouta run me up a bag on these niggas
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Writer(s): Kaliel Green
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