What’s the Ticket BabyDrill

[Intro]
(COUPE)
Yeah, that bitch rocking
On God
That motherfucker rocking
I'm, I'm, I'm, on this, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pshh, when I was broke, they ain't call
Now I'm rich, my shit be jumpin' off the hinges, off the wall
Baby freak, she eat me, woo, she just suck dick right through the drawers
I'm ridin' around in a BP, tryna see who to go knock off
Yeah, yeah, them niggas mad, no competition
Fuck on bitch and Deborah, I put a hundred on a pendant
Niggas claim they gangster, but they never stand on business
Like, how the hell you claim you the richest opp in the fuckin' city?
Nigga, that's me and I told 'em talk ain't cheap
Dropped a hundred on my whip, an extra hundred to get a BP
These niggas claiming that they gangster, no, they cannot fuck with me
Every time I sent a blitz, light shit up, no Christmas tree
All blue like Crippin' tree
Yeah, yeah, I like them hot
You'd think Drill straight out New York how he love bloodstains on his butters
All these niggas claim they kids, but I'm the one hop out with cutters
Nah, these niggas think they rich until I pop out with them blues in a duffel