Key Glock - Walking Ticket

KEY GLOCK


Walking Ticket Lyrics

Ramy, oh my god, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Prolific Beats
Glizzock
Nick Ju 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 thing, Benjamin's my best friend (Yeah)
I be fresh as f**k, yeah, they be like, "Who dressed him?" (The f**k?)
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 f**kin' 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, f**k a bar
Codeine baby, bye-bye, goddamn, I be high as f**k (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

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Songwriter(s): RamyOnTheBeat, Key Glock
Record Label(s): 2018 Paper Route EMPIRE
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