Big Grip, 4PF Mackie, NG City - 3 Tickets

One eighty seven sco merta
We want twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load
Real trapper had a hundred before I did a show
Had a plug in the can I aint let nobody know
Yeah I had the plug mad went and got my own doe
It took a whole week to move a ten boy yo trap too slow
I sold them bags so fast they thought I sold my soul
Stayed down an never fold direct the plays like im the coach
Thirty four thirty six to thirty eight got plenty flavs
Checkin plays at the door you cant caint get yo gun in
Its Three tickets you ain't wit us you cant come in
I'm in the club I got my gun in
Kno these fuck niggas wishin my run end
All blue dub when I spread all hundins
Fly threw them bags like bees they hummin
The za so soft it feel like a gummy
I took a break off Friday to Sunday
Laughing at these niggas cuz these broke niggas funny
Stuck to the bag I'm hooked on money
Me and Mack dawg hit the ground straight running
Facetime Big Grip im fasho he coming
You call for the load you know they coming
Ion do know fake ties boy ima cut it
This shit out ya league way out ya budget
Diamonds an carrots they straight out of Lucky
Four Gang NG we go for nothing
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load
I'm getting in loads im still in the four
Bags in the cabinet the stick on the floor
Count dat boy money before he walk out that door
Caint go for no shorts cus I need my doe
They say I got racks but Im trying to get more
Make a few millions Ima get a few more
The gun on me small this the one I throw
Thirty piece on me in a Monclear coat
A nick on nigga yea I had a lil more
A good Percocet night an im slaying a hoe
I'm player for real an you paying the hoe
Crushed ice hi-tech caint drank if it aint cold
Cartier froze vvs diamonds in my earlobes
I send my hoe to serve she gone run through the bankroll
A bitch get fired if she dont do what she supposed
Spent twelve on the shoes a nick on the clothes
I look like a bag when I hit the door
He watchin the cameras the boy at the door
He dont serve with he strap Ima thank he the folks
Yea I rep NG but I throw up the fours
He might got cash but he aint got this tho
Try the gang boy you get spent like a disco
Plug is Mexican pull up in pinto
Condo working caint pull no kick door
I buzz you up thats what I pay rent for
Play wit exotic bags like nintendo
Cartier frames customized tint
Slide me a bag I pulled me a kimbro
He want to shop so I serve yo kinfolk
Work all night Ima pull me a two four
Connected to plug just like a aux
NG four Gang hottest on the block
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Three tickets we like five tickets we need twenty more
Big bag I got real racks I need plenty more
Box truck vacuum seal thats another load

Written by:
cavario major, marqedric manuel, willie robinson

Publisher:
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