Big Ticket - Stann Smith

Droppin' bombs, I’m a fuckin'

Stomp you with my timbs on, rip your fuckin' insides

King of the jungle, been bad

Me and Mufasa, Simba

We don’t have many friends, nah

Me shoot you and you in-laws

Don’t follow me, other you been blind

For by any of you can try

I very punish you, bedtime

And pull out my gun on you ten times

I know-I know I’m too stressed

I know I grew up too quick

I’m on the phone like, «Who's this?»

I wanna owe her two bricks

Cut your price in half, I might just laugh, I know what you did

I took your hoe and two kids

Aye, yo, I know where you live

It’s wise enough to wisen up, I ain’t that homie you with

I break your nose and your ribs and then put your skull in my fridge

Fuck everything that you would stand for

I all my money and then yours

And then I’ma come for your landlord

Some women call me a man-whore

I swear to God I’m so fly, might as well live in an airport

When Joyner Lucas come through, it’s somethin' you wasn’t prepared for

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket

My name’s Smith, I gotta wear, I lose once, I try again, I’m engaged but I’m

outta sync, I’m way too low, tolerance, I get cold, I’m hot again,

they try to play me, I’m fine with it cause

Oh, no, no, oh, no, no

I’m confident, don’t worry 'bout who I’m followin' cause my timeline full of

holograms

Wannabees and your wanna man, tryna catch vicks inside of ham like a bad pass

from McNabb but that’s way too rare

They yap out they chatbox, they weigh down my ear (Pull up!)

I’m like James Brown in Augusta, I’m on the block with a blockbuster

Finally get my shot when the cops come for me

my bicuspid

When I was nine, I had nothin' but the hand-me-downs from my cousin

I gotta get fly when I’m comin' cause I gotta a lot on my mind

They sick and I’m outta my mind

Why sit and I follow my mom?

They give me a bottle of wine or follow my father, marijuana, Rastafarian vibe

I had no doubt in my mind, it’s fear the sober or die

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket

It’s bout time we united, come in grip with us

A red line through the city with the wrist flickers

I go live in the city like I’m big Tigger

I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket