Walking Ticket - Key Glock

Ramy, oh my god, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah

Prolific Beats

Glizzock

LilJu made this beat

You dig?

Ayy

Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig?

Yeah

I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah

Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah

I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business

Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh

Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh

Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention?

Uh (What?)

I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in

Now I whip a big Benz, Benjamin’s my best friend (Yeah)

I be fresh as fuck, yeah, they be like, «Who dressed him?»

(The fuck?)

Bitch I’m young and reckless, backend bought some weapons

And another necklace (Ice, ice), I just keep on flexin'

Countin' up my blessings, got another check in (Okay)

I just left from Texas and put some white baguettes in (Ah)

Don’t smoke unleaded, exotic make my head spin (Yeah)

I’m a livin' legend (Yeah), more money than your daddy (Yeah)

Yup, keep them big bucks

Diamond jumpin', double dutch

Ballin', smokin' on some musk

Ride my wave, bitch, buckle up

Tennis chains playin' tug-of-war

Feel might get a double R (Yeah)

Nigga, I want one just because (Yeah yeah yeah)

You dig?

Ayy

Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig?

Yeah

I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah

Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah

I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business

Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh

Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh

Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention?

Uh (What?)

I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in (Uh-uh)

Lightin' up like Christmas (Lightin' up)

Spend racks at the dentist (Racks)

Now my bitch is bitchin', she said she wants some titties (Bitch, bitch)

I’m makin' bread, Jiffy (Yeah), whole gang gettin' it (Got it)

Auntie said I’m gifted (Yup), yeah, I’m on a mission (Yeah)

Pull up, skrrt, drift it, bitch don’t tempt me (Ho)

Hop up in this AMG, I’m fuckin' up your lipstick (Yeah yeah)

I just made a quick flip right there at the Quick Trip

Pulled up on somethin' real thick, she like, «You got real drip»

Drip, drip, in the drop

Put my guac over thots (Guac), Mister Kill-the-Parking-Lot (Mister)

In my camouflage car, blowin' dope, fuck a bar

Codeine baby, bye-bye, goddamn, I be high as fuck (Yeah)

You dig?

Ayy

Middle fingers up to the pigs, bitch, you dig?

Yeah

I been gettin' it in, gettin' it in since a kid, yeah

Racks keep gettin' big, gettin' big, gettin' big, yeah

I’m on a paper route, yeah, bitch you know the business

Yeah, smokin' chitlins, uh, pistol grippin', uh

Diamonds glistenin', baby said I’m hittin', huh

Walkin' ticket, yeah, did I mention?

Uh (What?)

I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in