Letra de ' Half A Ticket ' de DeeBaby

(Half a ticket and I'm ridin' this shit mine, half a million, all mine for my kids)

I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million
Stack it to the ceiling, what that is?
That's for my children (children)

I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading plenty (plenty)

And I need another call home
Do you love me? I don't need your love
Jump in this car if you touch this oil
Sip it till it's done
I never choke when I'm up in smoke
Inhale in my lungs
Clutchin' pistols when the l's get took
But toast just 'cause we won ('cause we won, oh oh)

You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can't tell
And I don't give a fuck 'bout half you niggas
I really ain't wishin' 'em well
Flushin' a half a book, you flippin' half a bale
And if rappin' don't work out, bitch, I got clientele

Hold it down for me, and I'll blow up her zelle, yeah
Brand new crib, brand new car, what you need? What else?
I read through her like books, we gon' fuck on a shelf
Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair

Back to my niggas, we in the south
Nigga, where niggas trap, nigga
Fuck the trenches, nigga
We in the bank with it, thousands, millions
Okay, enough of this
Fuck all this rap ape shit, yeah, the realest nigga
You gotta cavity, these niggas cap shit
And these niggas ain't killin' shit

Bitch, slide on 'em in a fishbowl
This bitch ain't tinted, nigga
All my whips not rented, nigga
Paper now, that's plenty, nigga
I got money I'm havin' now
Stay up out my business, nigga
They like: Baby, he done changed up
Get up out your feelings, nigga

Yeah, used to live check to check
I'm tryin' to see what's next
She got the best neck
Left her on bissonnet
Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts
60 for a show, I can't take none less

10 racks for a post, in case you tryin' flex
Bitch, you can't diss me if you ain't ever sat inside no private jet (at least one)
50 thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh
Malibu oasis, I just fucked her on the beachfront
Make her pussy beatbox, really tastes like peach punch
I prefer a street box, you know we don't need guns
I ain't the type to jump out the kitchen when the heat up
Oh, you know everything, tell me the fuck do you need me for?

Pretty bitches love me, we been kickin' shit like fifa
I know she want smoke, go ahead baby, roll that leaf up
Baby, kick your feet up, baby, come eat this meat up
I know you ain't ever met a nigga cut like me, yeah

I just spent half a ticket, that's a half a million
Stack it to the ceiling, what that is?
That's for my children (children)
I just spent a half a ticket, that's a half a
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading plenty

And I need another call home
Do you love me? I don't need your love
Jump in this car if you touch this oil
Sip it till it's done
I never choke when I'm up in smoke
Inhale in my lungs
Clutchin' pistols when the l's get took
But toast just 'cause we won ('cause we won, oh oh)