BabyTron - Golden Ticket lyrics

[Intro] Marc Boomin, I miss you Man, get out yo feelings, you crying like that b*tch mattered, man Yeah [Verse] Rich ba*tard, b*tch talk and I'ma pimp smack her Mr. Tell-A-Story-In-The-Booth, that boy a big capper Get up out yo feelings, boy, you crying like that b*tch mattered I can hit any self-scan, b*tch, these BINs smackers This a classic, I got Marc Boomin on the beat Let me open shop, it's gon' start booming in a week Real MVP, b*tch really stupid if she leave Ain't a ball hog, if I lose, I'm losing with my team Newest sneakers out of Neiman Marcus, you can hear 'em squeak 2021 seven-seater, you can hear it beep 5K for thе verse, ten if thе lyrics weak If it ain't 'bout no money, I'ma act like ain't no ears on me Huh, I can't hear sh*t, I'm deaf 12 on the right, finna steer to the left You can ask my fans, ain't it clear I'm the best? 7.62s look like a spear hit his chest Let me tell you something, I don't fear nobody Going 180, I might crash tryna steer the Masi Running up on tip? He gon' leave as a spirit probably Feeling good off these sips, boy, this ain't no beer, it's Wocky Fire stick on me like I'm finna Netflix and chill Could've swore that you was paralyzed, you don't step, for real Bro want you and him but anybody else a extra kill Heavy press with the jacks, I ain't never pressed a pill Unkie in the kitchen serving junkies off his dishes b*tch, leave me 'lone, if you fu*k me, it's a privilege No cap, if they try and touch me, we'll blitz 'em Ain't worried 'bout her ex, doggy bummy, rocking biscuits Ha-ha, ha, with his poor-ass Unkie bring that food to you quicker than some DoorDash Sounded like a pterodactyl in it when we floored past Finna block this b*tch, she keep calling, with her bored-ass You bought a gun? Let me guess, you a gangster now I'm with grave diggers, ride around with Undertaker now If he up it on yo brodie, you can say goodbye Doggy ain't nod his head once, I'm getting hater vibes I'm just having fun, I'm just living life Whole time, just to feel safe, hold a pistol tight Reach for this chain? Treat him like it, we gon' get him iced If you owe me pape and it's that day, I need that sh*t tonight I'm just living life, I'm just having fun 'Fore you hop up off that porch, boy, you better grab a gun Ex b*tch got the stupid face, think she mad I won Would've thought I threw a tactical when I had 'em stunned Three five of Runtz sent me to a different solar system Hundred something shots, is dawg alive? You was 'posed to hit him Pray to God every night before bed, I know I'm sinning On a yacht looking at the sea, catching motion sickness I ain't saying you a rat, I heard that from yo codefendant Exotic pop, I can't read it, finna pour a four up in it Granny said, "Tie them Big B's, boy, you know you tripping" Always thought that it was scams but rap was the golden ticket [Outro] Huh, yeah, rap was the golden ticket Tie them shoes, boy, you know you tripping Huh, yeah Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz, ayy (sh*ttyBoyz)