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ticket droppin - lane gang wells lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(fursace in this b*tch, n*gga)
yeah, ghetto
lane gang (i’m with my lang gang n*ggas, man, zstunaa)
ah, ah, i’m on some ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
money is not everything (you know what the f*ck goin’ on)
ah

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
right now i’m in the o, i’m the illest n*gga in nebraska
come try, we’ll k!ll a n*gga in nebraska
don’t act loose ’cause we’ll hit a n*gga with a ratchet
in the trap house with a half a million dollars in my mattress
i had a plastic red pint and i had a glass one
this a new bottle of acorn, it’s not the last one
this a semi*auto glock, boy, this not the fast one
send my skinny b*tch out the way to get her ass done
i’m on some rich sh*t, we’ll clip sh*t
watch this, i’m finna pop out with a biscuit, that’s a m cash
they had a shootout with two switches, boy, that sh*t was fast
wait ’til my tape drop, i’m gеttin’ on y’all ass
it’s personal, when i catch dog, i’m slippin’ off the mask
whеn i hit your b*tch, i’m slippin’ off the mag
three hundred g’s on me, i couldn’t even get it out the bag

[verse 2: lane gang wells]
uh, uh, i’m a cross breed, dope boy slash sh*t popper
i heard it’s croptober in the bay, i got my ticket droppin’
i don’t even trust my neighbors, n*gga, i got the spot rockin’
main reason you can’t get a deal ’cause you be plug hoppin’ (uh, uh)
it look like i’m movin’ out the crib, n*gga, these drug boxes (uh)
my white boy be coppin’ fifty, andy milonakis
‘fore i let my opps do it, goin’ out like speaker knockerz
when i met the plug, i took my n*gga, i wasn’t plug blockin’
[verse 3: rio da yung]
yeah, the n*gga pulled up on me with a hundred racks, i talked to dub ’bout ’em
hundred pints at the crib, i’m not gon’ run outta it
i’m an og, now you braggin’ ’bout a fifty, boy, my son got it
i ain’t totin’ a switch right now, lil’ cuz got it
i don’t internet beef, let’s get a gun poppin’
fifteen racks for a walkthrough, boy, what club poppin’?
i get paid to go inside the bar, i’m not a club hopper
cup darker than a b*tch, boy, i’m a mud drinker
four verses in the video, i’m uneven
you not gon’ touch me, i’m with the one people
you want this chain off my necklace, it’s not gon’ come easy

[verse 4: lane gang wells]
uh, uh, daughter only one, she don’t even know her daddy rich (uh)
now i’m rich, i rap with the same n*ggas that was hittin’ l!cks
rose said i can’t be around my n*ggas, so i ain’t postin’ pics (uh)
walkin’ ’round like i’m craig daddy, i got dog sh*t (uh, uh)
all that mention line of bands, it got your dog hit (uh)
all them shiesty masks, they look the same, so they couldn’t solve sh*t
i’m a trap n*gga, i’ll dress the noodles up ‘fore i eat ruth’s chris
i’ma tell my n*ggas walk down, don’t do no fluke sh*t (uh)

[verse 5: rio da yung]
i just left the jewelry store, i got some new sh*t
like why the f*ck i got four watches? i got two wrists
i’ma stand on business long as the shoe fit
i just bought four pints of quagen, boy, that’s two*fifths
i’m with them young n*ggas, know they poof sh*t
she give the best head, she got a tooth missin’
i pulled up in a hardtop with the roof missin’
tryna cook four blocks, i need two kitchens
[verse 6: lane gang wells]
uh, uh, i already said the prices, is you gon’ cop or not? (uh)
catch me in the spot, i’m beatin’ pots with a rap n*gga bop (uh)
i took my advance right to the plug and then went to the block
i got all this j and i’m the prince, but i ain’t rap*a*lot

- lane gang wells lyrics

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