Half a Ticket Lyrics – DeeBaby

Read the full Half a Ticket lyrics by DeeBaby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Deebaby’s music, you can also explore Mírame Baby and Enciendeme, two other songs by Deebaby.

(Half a ticket and I’m riding this s*it mine
Half a million, all mine for my kids)

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
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading plenty (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 till it’s done
I never choke when I’m up in smoke
Inhale in my lungs
Clutching pistols when the l’s get took
But toast just ’cause we won (’cause we won, oh oh)

You got a half a ticket in jewelry, I can’t tell
And I don’t give a fu*k ’bout half you n!ggas
I really ain’t wishing ’em well
Flushing a half a book, you flipping half a bale
And if rapping don’t work out, b!tch, I got clientele

Hold it down for me and I’ll blow up her zelle, yeah
Brand new crib, brand new car, what you need? what else?
I read through her like books, we gon’ fu*k on a shelf
Baby, cook clean right, I might pay for her hair

Back to my n!ggas, we in the south
N!gga, where n!ggas trap, n!gga
Fu*k the trenches, n!gga
We in the bank with it, thousands, millions
Okay, enough of this
Fu*k all this rap ape s*it, yeah, the realest n!gga

You gotta cavity, these n!ggas cap s*it
And these n!ggas ain’t killing s*it

B!tch, slide on ’em in a fishbowl
This b!tch ain’t tinted, n!gga
All my whips not rented, n!gga
Paper now, that’s plenty, n!gga
I got money I’m having now
Stay up out my business, n!gga
They like, “baby, he done changed up”
Get up out your feelings, n!gga

Yeah, used to live check to check
I’m trying to see what’s next
She got the best neck
Left her on bissonnet
Colombiana baby, she got perky breasts
60 for a show, I can’t take none less

10 racks for a post, in case you trying flex
B!tch, you can’t diss me
If you ain’t ever sat inside no private jet (At least one)
50 thousand dollars to my nephew and niece, huh
Malibu oasis, I just fu*ked her on the beachfront
Make her pu*sy beatbox, really tastes like peach punch
I prefer a street box, you know we don’t need guns
I ain’t the type to jump out the kitchen when the heat up
Oh, you know everything, tell me the fu*k do you need me for?

Pretty b!tches love me, we been kicking s*it 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 n!gga cut like me, yeah

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
Used to ride with half a book
These days, we reading 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 till it’s done
I never choke when I’m up in smoke
Inhale in my lungs
Clutching pistols when the l’s get took
But toast just ’cause we won (’cause we won, oh oh)