Half a Ticket

(Love you, Zahvoni)
(Half a ticket and I'm ridin' this shit mine)
(Half a million, all mine for my kids, for my children)
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, uh
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading plenty, man (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 'til 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 (because we won)
You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can't tell (I can't tell)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout half of them niggas
I really ain't wishin' 'em well (wishin' 'em well)
Flushin' a half a book (book), you flippin' half a bale (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 (blow up her Zelle, yeah)
Brand new crib, brand new car, what you need? What else? (What else?)
I read through her like books (like books), we gon' fuck on a shelf (fuck on a shelf)
Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair
Back to my niggas, we in the South, yeah
The trap, uh, the trenches, nigga, yeah (I'm in the trenches)
We in the bank with it, thousands, millions, niggas
Okay enough of this, fuck all this rap shit
APE, yeah, the realest nigga
You gotta cavity, these niggas cap shit
And these niggas ain't killin' it
Bitch, slide on 'em in a fishbowl
Oh, this bitch ain't tinted, nigga
All my whips not rented, nigga
Paper now, that's plenty, nigga
I got money, bae, 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 (check)
I'm tryin' to see what's next (see what's next)
She got the best neck
Left her on Bissonnet
Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts
Sixty for a show, I can't take none less
Ten 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
Fifty thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh
Malibu oasis, I just fucked her on the beachfront
Make her pussy beatbox, bitch, it like peach punch
I prefer a street box, you know we don't need guns
I ain't the type to jump out of 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
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, uh
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading plenty, man
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 'til 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 (because we won)