lirik lagu no ticket – yung karo
yee
yung karo on foe nem mane (yeew)
let’s get it
yea (yea, woah!)
if i said it (yea)
b*tch, i did it (okay)
if she with it (uh huh)
then i hit it (yeah)
say she love me (what?)
i ain’t committed (nah)
say she wanna ride it but that b*tch ain’t got no ticket (yea)
walk up in the mall, i told that ho to pick it (no cap)
cop a brick, i wrap it up and then i ship it
ngl some is off top, some is written
cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then i lit it (ayy, yuh)
pop a bean, b*tch is spinnin’ like a fidget (ooh!)
poured her up some henny ’cause that b*tch is lookin’ rigid
deep up in her guts, that b*tch suckin’ on a digit
might just throw a couple bennies, now that ho think that i’m frigid (d*mn!)
real steel in my belt, yours plastic
i ain’t got no feelings, but the b*tch is bad i’ll tap it (yuh)
real deal in my set, y’all lackin’
you feenin’ for the p*ssy but to me, it’s a distraction
b*tch, i like to add, only math you know subtraction (ooh!)
at the crib by yourself, probably jackin’ (what?)
b*tch, i got two asses and a sin like assassin
karo eatin’ good y’all be snackin’ on a ration (ayy)
hi*point p*ssy b*tch, and you’re jammin’ it (yuh)
b*tch get mighty hot, got her fannin’ it (b*tch)
next move got you stuck, i’m plannin’ it
b*tch get so d*mn wet i might’ve swam in it (d*mn!)
if i said it (yea)
b*tch, i did it (okay)
if she with it (uh huh)
then i hit it (yeah)
say she love me (what?)
i ain’t committed (nah)
say she wanna ride it but that b*tch ain’t got no ticket (yea)
walk up in the mall, i told that ho to pick it (no cap)
cop a brick, i wrap it up and then i ship it
ngl some is off top, some is written
cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then i lit it (woah, yuh)
pull up on a op, bust a donut (ooh!)
stick hangin’ out a window, what’s the hold up (huh?)
pop a sev’, homie came through told me load up
b*tch, f*ck with me and get your life end like a jump cut (yea!)
b*tch thick, but she dumb, i call her ro*b*tt (what?)
ran through him with a knife like a cold cut
ain’t no goldilocks, get it perfect call it gold luck
ion smoke zigs, take a back’ and it get rolled up (yea)
weigh it with my hand, he say how much, i know the prices (ayy)
think she bad, but she don’t know what my type is
try me one time, b*tch is left to her devices
like post told my momma that i’m sorry for my vices
smoke so fine that i wrap it up in abalone (woah)
keep a 9, might just turn him into macaroni
yeah she a dime but she lookin’ for that alimony
karo keep a shooter, cash him out, he finna cap him for me
if i said it (yea)
b*tch, i did it (okay)
if she with it (uh huh)
then i hit it (yeah)
say she love me (what?)
i ain’t committed (nah)
say she wanna ride it but that b*tch ain’t got no ticket (yea)
walk up in the mall, i told that ho to pick it (no cap)
cop a brick, i wrap it up and then i ship it
ngl some is off top, some is written
cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then i lit it (yea)
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