Golden Ticket
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Man, get out yo feelings, you
Crying like that bitch mattered, man
Yeah (Boomin need extras)
Rich bastard
Bitch talk and I'ma pimp smack her
Mister Tell A Story In The Booth
That boy a big capper
Get up out yo feelings, boy
You crying like that bitch mattered
I can hit any self-scan, bitch
These BINs smackers
This a classic, I got Marc Boomin on the beat
Let me open shop
It's gon' start booming in a week
Real MVP, bitch really stupid if she leave
Ain't a ball hog, if I lose
I'm losing with my team
Newest sneakers out of Neiman Marcus
You can hear 'em squeak
2021 seven-seatеr, you can hear it beep
5K for the versе, ten if the lyrics weak
If it ain't 'bout no money
I'ma act like ain't no ears on me
Huh, I can't hear shit, I'm deaf
12 on the right, finna steer to the left
You can ask my fans
Ain't it clear I'm the best?
762s look like a spear hit his chest
Let me tell you something
I don't fear nobody
Going 180, I might crash tryna steer the Masi
Running up on tip? He gon'
Leave as a spirit probably
Feeling good off these sips, boy
This ain't no beer, it's Wocky
Fire stick on me like I'm
Finna Netflix and chill
Could've swore that you was
Paralyzed, you don't step, for real
Bro want you and him but
Anybody else a extra kill
Heavy press with the jacks
I ain't never pressed a pill
Unky in the kitchen serving
Junkies off his dishes
Bitch, leave me 'lone, if you fuck me
It's a privilege
No cap, if they try and touch me
We'll blitz 'em
Ain't worried 'bout her ex, doggy bummy
Rocking biscuit's
Ha ha, ha, with his poor-ass
Unky bring that food to you
Quicker than some DoorDash
Sounded like a pterodactyl in it
When we floored past
Finna block this bitch, she keep calling
With her bored-ass
You bought a gun? Let me guess
You a gangster now i'm with grave diggers
Ride around with Undertaker now
If he up it on yo brodie, you can say goodbye
Doggy ain't nod his head once
I'm getting hater vibes
I'm just having fun, I'm just living life
Whole time, just to feel safe
Hold a pistol tight
Reach for this chain? Treat him like it
We gon' get him iced
If you owe me pape' and it's that day
I need that shit tonight
I'm just living life, I'm just having fun
'Fore you hop up off that porch, boy
You better grab a gun
Ex bitch got the stupid face
Think she mad I won
Would've thought I threw a tactical
When I had 'em stunned
Three-five of Runtz sent me to
A different solar system
Hunnid something shots
Is dawg alive? You was 'posed to hit him
Pray to God every night before bed
I know I'm sinning
On a yacht looking at the sea
Catching motion sickness
I ain't saying you a rat
I heard that from yo codefendant
Exotic pop, I can't read it
Finna pour a four up in it
Granny said, "Tie them big B's, boy
You know you tripping"
Always thought that it was scams but
Rap was the golden ticket
Huh, yeah, rap was the golden ticket
Tie them shoes, boy, you know you tripping
Huh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, ayy (ShittyBoyz)