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low tickets - liltae2 & jay juice lyrics lyrics

[verse 1: liltae2]
tae2 the hero that they made a villain
on the road, i really made a k!llin’, that’s the way i’m feelin’
can’t go to sleep until i make a million, really ain’t no chillin’
they caught lil’ buddy pinchin’ out the bag, like, n+gga, ain’t no stealin’
in a two+door coupe and it ain’t got no ceiling
your homie went to jail and told and tried to get no sentence
don’t let them n+ggas catch you in a place where you ain’t got no business
go out of state and try to find a place where you can cop low tickets

[verse 2: jay juice]
i see mama said they ain’t my friends and i ain’t never listened
freaky b+tch was tryna hold my sh+t and grab it when i’m p+ssin’
bro, count the body if you up and shot him at the dealy
b+tch, i’m in the trap cookin’ up crack, you better not use the dishes
yeah, snakes up in the grass and i can hear ’em hissin’
first thing first, go get a bag, you gotta handle business
he don’t got no money in his pocket tryna f+ck the b+tches
sick as h+ll i dropped my f+ckin’ cup and it was wocky in it

[verse 3: liltae2]
clip full of red tips, i think it’s takis in it
if i don’t got my gun, you try to play, i be done socked on n+ggas
you livin’ dirty, walkin’ ’round in shoes and no socks ain’t in ’em
my gta not talkin’ ’bout a dog, but the chop gon’ get you
you steady poppin’ sh+t but never popped no pistol
if i pull up shootin’, never hit, but me, i’m not gon’ miss you
yeah, i hugged and smacked her on her ass, but me, i’m not gon’ kiss her
i opened up the bag and split him half, that’s how i dropped my mixture
[verse 4: jay juice]
right now i’m dressed in some designer, come and take my picture
she came in throwin’ ass knowin’ i’m not gon’ hit her
b+tch, i poured so many f+ckin’ pints, i almost k!lled my liver
he tryna play me like you really tough, we cropped him out the picture
high as h+ll totin’ a glock, i be done popped my n+gga
he don’t know these bullets go through bricks ’cause these .556s
he did a year locked up and came home with christian
you know she gon’ suck it ’til i nut and eat it when i’m finished

- low tickets lyrics

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