Fucc A Ticket - Remix

Klaaahh
It's K.P bitch
Mr. 9 On My Side
I hit the gas up in a hellcat don't give a damn bout a ticket
9 On my side you know I always gotta stay with it
Yo girl staring at me hard like she wanna give me them digits
If I get the digits you know a nigga gonna be hitting it
I'on play about my niggas you play then it's going down
Blastin shots from the 9 til a nigga run out of rounds
I'm balling no out of bounds I'on fuck around with no clowns
Hope your mama gotta outfit for you to be in the ground
Bitch
And that's fasho
Don't nobody show you love until they know you bout to blow
Don't nobody wants none from you till they know you getting dough
Remember riding the bike around the block just to get to the store
Uhh
Yo girl got my number so she hit me on the celly
It seem like she ready
But no I'm not R.Kelly
Put that D up in her belly ass shaking like jelly
If I ever get locked up my niggas gon' bail me

Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screamin' out fucc a ticket
In a hellcat hittin' the gas
They ain't catching up with me
Gotcha girl in the passenger best believe I'm gon' hit it
I'm gon' get it
That 9, I stay with it
I shoot, I ain't missin'
He dead, family gon miss' him
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screaming out fucc a ticket

Fuck a ticket, I'mma do the dash on em
I got too much cash on me, you know I can't go like that
Yo bitch imma smash on her
He want me to pass, but
If she got that ass on her i'm gone make her throw it back
3.5 Up in my backwood, you know I smoke like that
Man these nigga they just act hood
We know you not that good
We know you ain't getting money, stop wit all that lyin
Stop wit all that cappin for I make what you got mine
Ay you know that call me Big Dawg Gatez, Big ABK
So every time I sit down and eat, I gotta scrape the plate
I'm only goin to be here til bout 3
Cause I got to make a play
They ask me why I'm stuck in the streets
I'm tryna make a way
Going 90 in a 55 like I'on give a fuck
If the police get behind me I'm gon make him eat the dust
Yea he cool, he fuck wit the fool but he ain't one of us
So what you sayin, I know that's your man
But I bet not see too much

Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screamin' out fucc a ticket
In a hellcat hittin' the gas
They ain't catching up with me
Gotcha girl in the passenger best believe I'm gon' hit it
I'm gon' get it
That 9, I stay with it
I shoot, I ain't missin'
He dead, family gon miss' him
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screaming out fucc a ticket



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Writer(s): Kevin Poe
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