Ticket Chief Keef

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[Chorus]
These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

[Verse 1]
Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
'Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on
Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Gucci's, Trayvon

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