Half a Ticket

(Love you Deebaby) (Half a ticket and I'm ridin' this shit mine) (Half a million, all mine for my kids) I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is? That's for my children (children) I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a- Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty (plenty) And I need another call home Do you love me? I don't need your love Jump in this car, if you touch this oil Sip it 'till it's done I never choke when I'm up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutchin' pistols when the L's get took But toast just 'cause we won ('cause we won, oh, oh) You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can't tell (can't tell) And I don't give a fuck 'bout half you niggas I really ain't wishin' 'em well ('em well) Flushin' a half a book, you flippin' half a bale And if rappin' don't work out, bitch, I got clientele (got clientele) Hold it down for me, and I'll blow up her Zelle, yeah (Zelle, yeah) Brand new crib, brand new car, what you need? What else? (What else?) I read through her like books We gon' fuck on a shelf (fuck on a shelf) Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair Back to my niggas, we in the South Nigga, where niggas trap, nigga fuck the trenches, nigga We in the bank with it, thousands, millions Okay, enough of this Fuck all this rap ape shit, yeah, the realest nigga You gotta cavity, these niggas cap shit (cap shit) And these niggas ain't killin' shit (killin' shit) Bitch, slide on 'em in a fishbowl All this bitch ain't tinted, nigga All my whips not rented, nigga Paper now, that's plenty, nigga I got money I'm havin' now Stay up out my business, nigga They like, "Baby, he done changed up" Get up out your feelings, nigga (out your feelings nigga) Yeah, used to live check to check I'm tryin' to see what's next She got the best neck Left her on Bissonnet (Bissonnet) Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts (breasts) 60 for a show, I can't take none less (none less) Ten racks for a post, in case you tryin' flex (tryin' flex) Bitch, you can't diss me if you ain't ever sat inside no Private jet (at least one) Fifty thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh Malibu oasis, I just fucked her on the beachfront Make her pussy beatbox, really tastes like peach punch I prefer a street box, you know we don't need guns I ain't the type to jump out the kitchen When the heat up (the heat up) Oh, you know everything, tell me the fuck do you need me for? Pretty bitches love me, we been kickin' shit like FIFA (like FIFA) I know she want smoke, go ahead baby, roll that leaf up Baby, kick your feet up, baby, come eat this meat up I know you ain't ever met a nigga cut like me, yeah I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million Stack it to the ceiling, what that is That's for my children (children) I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a Used to ride with half a book These days, we reading plenty And I need another call home Do you love me? I don't need your love Jump in this car, if you touch this oil Sip it 'till it's done I never choke when I'm up in smoke Inhale in my lungs Clutchin' pistols when the L's get took But toast just 'cause we won ('cause we won, oh, oh)