No Ticket 2

[Intro: wildkarduno]
Yeah
Five, five...
(Don't play wit' him)
Bitch...
Yuh, yuh, on gang
Fuck nigga

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Nigga say he took me off, I'm like, "Who, bitch?", yeah (Nigga, took who off? Bitch)
Nigga, this that spend ten bands on a shoe shit, lil' nigga (This ten band shoe, yuh)
Yeah, and nigga don't wanna pull up to the trap, nigga (On gang, pull up to the trap, nigga, on God)
Yeah, nigga, y'een even get no ticket, why the fuck did you cap, nigga? (Cap ass nigga, yuh)
Gang, yeah, and jus' cause I'm rich of these drugs, I won't snitch like I'm Pap, nigga, yeah (Snitch ass nigga, yuh)
Yo' partna' funny as hell, he get took off the map, nigga, yeah (He move funny as fuck, nigga, yeah)
Don't tap in wit' yo' homie, nigga, so don't give me dap, nigga, yeah (On gang, pussy ass nigga)
That nigga only a street nigga when he open app, nigga (When he open that shit)

[Verse 2: BLUEHUNNIDKB]
You only a street nigga when you type on the Web (In that Webster)
Movin' slow like a Turtle, he got hit up with these shells (In his back)
Bring my hammer wit' me, we gon' smash 'em up just like some nails (Get 'em gone)
You supposed to be my member, why the fuck you niggas tell? (What the fuck?)
You were never in these streets, y'een make a sale (Fuck nigga)
Y'een never seen a hunnid' bowls movin' through the mail (Ain't never seen it)
You get hit up with this Ghost Glock, ain't leavin' you no trail (Ain't leavin shit)
These .762's hot, they'll send you straight to hell (Straight to hell)

[Verse 3: wildkarduno]
Yeah, on God, nigga, yeah (Bitch ass nigga, yeah)
Bullets hot just like the Suana, nigga (On 5, hot like the Suana)
Took him off, he call his Mama, nigga (Nigga, on God, bitch)
Boy, you wasn't on shit when I was wit' Osama, nigga (Nigga wasn't on shit...)
Yeah (PUSSY)
Bitch, up the A to LA (On God, bitch)
Nigga, I'm sleepin' with that K (I sleep with that K)
Got his ass beat like Dr. Dre (Bitch ass nigga, yuh)

[Verse 4: BLUEHUNNIDKB]
We quick to stomp a fuck nigga out (Fuck nigga)
When you speakin' to Uno, better watch yo' mouth
Wit' them shooters in Dallas, tryn' see what you 'bout (Where you at?)
We up in yo' city wit' sticks in the couch
Them human shields can't save you from this chainsaw (Fuck nigga)
We gon' hit three of yo' members, strike 'em out like Baseball (Strike 'em out)