These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
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 the strip club, you f*ck around get rained on
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 bitch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got a ticket
Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these bitches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies
(Lets get it)
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit
Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit
Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit
Bitch my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat shit
Ride pass you like I don't see shit
I let it seek me, ion seek it
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Gucci! Louis! Bang
Chief Keef - Ticket Lyrics
Chief Keef - Ticket Lyrics
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These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
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 the strip club, you f*ck around get rained on
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 bitch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got a ticket
Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these bitches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies
(Lets get it)
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit
Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit
Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit
Bitch my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat shit
Ride pass you like I don't see shit
I let it seek me, ion seek it
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Gucci! Louis! Bang
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
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 the strip club, you f*ck around get rained on
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 bitch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got a ticket
Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these bitches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies
(Lets get it)
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit
Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit
Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit
Bitch my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat shit
Ride pass you like I don't see shit
I let it seek me, ion seek it
These niggas ain't official (nah)
Real nigga ain't in him (han)
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt)
Probably why I ain't dead '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, these here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Gucci! Louis! Bang
Writer: Keith Cozart, Dwayne Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.