Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Ticket, artist - Stann Smith. Date of issue: 09.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Ticket |
| Droppin' bombs, I’m a fuckin' |
| Stomp you with my timbs on, rip your fuckin' insides |
| King of the jungle, been bad |
| Me and Mufasa, Simba |
| We don’t have many friends, nah |
| Me shoot you and you in-laws |
| Don’t follow me, other you been blind |
| For by any of you can try |
| I very punish you, bedtime |
| And pull out my gun on you ten times |
| I know-I know I’m too stressed |
| I know I grew up too quick |
| I’m on the phone like, «Who's this?» |
| I wanna owe her two bricks |
| Cut your price in half, I might just laugh, I know what you did |
| I took your hoe and two kids |
| Aye, yo, I know where you live |
| It’s wise enough to wisen up, I ain’t that homie you with |
| I break your nose and your ribs and then put your skull in my fridge |
| Fuck everything that you would stand for |
| I all my money and then yours |
| And then I’ma come for your landlord |
| Some women call me a man-whore |
| I swear to God I’m so fly, might as well live in an airport |
| When Joyner Lucas come through, it’s somethin' you wasn’t prepared for |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |
| My name’s Smith, I gotta wear, I lose once, I try again, I’m engaged but I’m |
| outta sync, I’m way too low, tolerance, I get cold, I’m hot again, |
| they try to play me, I’m fine with it cause |
| Oh, no, no, oh, no, no |
| I’m confident, don’t worry 'bout who I’m followin' cause my timeline full of |
| holograms |
| Wannabees and your wanna man, tryna catch vicks inside of ham like a bad pass |
| from McNabb but that’s way too rare |
| They yap out they chatbox, they weigh down my ear (Pull up!) |
| I’m like James Brown in Augusta, I’m on the block with a blockbuster |
| Finally get my shot when the cops come for me |
| my bicuspid |
| When I was nine, I had nothin' but the hand-me-downs from my cousin |
| I gotta get fly when I’m comin' cause I gotta a lot on my mind |
| They sick and I’m outta my mind |
| Why sit and I follow my mom? |
| They give me a bottle of wine or follow my father, marijuana, Rastafarian vibe |
| I had no doubt in my mind, it’s fear the sober or die |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |
| It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us |
| A red line through the city with the wrist flickers |
| I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger |
| I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket |