CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 1/2 Ticket
Hitmaka
June, you're a genius
Yeah
Tryna f**k with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi's on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I'm drippin' and they can't (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, b*t*h, I'm on the way, yeah
Anything left, make 'em wait, yeah
Tryna f**k with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi's on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I'm drippin' and they can't (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, b*t*h, I'm on the way, yeah
Anything left, make 'em wait, yeah (King, preach)
Yeah, yeah
You know what it is here, boy
N**** disrepect, treat him like a real lil' boy
You tied my hand, I was left with no choice
Took me to a dark place that the steel enjoy
Okay, shoutout to my n****, kept it real in the war
Been through so much sh*t that you don't feel anymore
Numb to it, thumb through it
Trouble, I'ma run to it
Shootouts every week, that sh*t was just fun to it
In my childhood, knew I was an entrepreneur
Took a hundred dollar bill, turned one into four
I learned, wanna win big, gotta take big risks
Number thirteen sayin' "I'ma run this sh*t," uh
Started with a dream and a trap van, lookin' [?] brung this sh*t
Twenty years later, must say, I'm the coolest motherf**ker ever done this sh*t
Goddamn
June, you're a genius
Yeah
Tryna f**k with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi's on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I'm drippin' and they can't (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, b*t*h, I'm on the way, yeah
Anything left, make 'em wait, yeah
Tryna f**k with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi's on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I'm drippin' and they can't (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, b*t*h, I'm on the way, yeah
Anything left, make 'em wait, yeah (King, preach)
Yeah, yeah
You know what it is here, boy
N**** disrepect, treat him like a real lil' boy
You tied my hand, I was left with no choice
Took me to a dark place that the steel enjoy
Okay, shoutout to my n****, kept it real in the war
Been through so much sh*t that you don't feel anymore
Numb to it, thumb through it
Trouble, I'ma run to it
Shootouts every week, that sh*t was just fun to it
In my childhood, knew I was an entrepreneur
Took a hundred dollar bill, turned one into four
I learned, wanna win big, gotta take big risks
Number thirteen sayin' "I'ma run this sh*t," uh
Started with a dream and a trap van, lookin' [?] brung this sh*t
Twenty years later, must say, I'm the coolest motherf**ker ever done this sh*t
Goddamn
