Ticket lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope

Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up

This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup

'Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond

Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up

Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on

Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em'

I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Guccis, Trayvon

I parked in a no park and got me a ticket

Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin'

Man, I swear these bitches out here trippin'

If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies

(Let's get it)

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit

Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit

Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit

Bitch, my pockets on deep dish

You don't hustle, you don't eat shit

Ride past you like I don't see shit

I let it seek me, I don't seek it

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Gucci! Louis! Bang