Mil Ticket Lyrics – FattMack

Read the complete Mil Ticket Lyrics by FattMack along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fattmack’s music, you can also explore Ring Ring Ring and Outside, two other songs by Fattmack.

[Intro]
McKenzie
Yeah (Uh)

[Chorus]
Ain’t got no time, so when I fu*k you, I’m gon’ leave out
You ever stood over a n!gga, watch him bleed out?
My bro did, I give him a switch, he go and blitz and split another wig
Been tryna stay out the streets and focus on some other s*it
Tryna go and do some good s*it
But I fell in love with all these Percocets and hood b!tches
B!tch, you know you lucky that you fu*ked me, I’m a mil’ ticket
‘Cause every ho don’t get a chance, you gotta be some fine s*it

[Verse 1]
I met her, she had a fat ass, but I made her my side b!tch
Riding ’round in a Maybach right now, me and my bro on fivе blitz (Uh)
N!gga, a superhero wouldn’t be s*it without his sidеkicks
That’s why I love all my bros, I make sure we all lit (Uh)
I make sure we all good, put down food on all plates
I feel like the fu*king glue, the one that make us all stay together ’cause we brothers
I can’t let my twin drown, every time, I’m gon’ help him
If he struggling, I know how it feel to not have fu*king nothing

[Chorus]
Ain’t got no time, so when I fu*k you, I’m gon’ leave out
You ever stood over a n!gga, watch him bleed out?
My bro did, I give him a switch, he go and blitz and split another wig
Been tryna stay out the streets and focus on some other s*it
Tryna go and do some good s*it
But I fell in love with all these Percocets and hood b!tches
B!tch, you know you lucky that you fu*ked me, I’m a mil’ ticket
‘Cause every ho don’t get a chance, you gotta be some fine s*it

[Verse 2]
I might post the whip I’m in, you know I ain’t hiding, b!tch
I went, sold my fu*king soul, my s*it been gone, I ain’t alive, b!tch

If you ain’t tryna blow your fu*king pole, you better drive, b!tch
This n!gga claimed he was my killer, s*it got sticky, he ain’t drop s*it
I’ma get the job done, I’m riding with a chopstick
These broke n!ggas not s*it, I can’t trust an opp ho
They be on that opp s*it, but I still fu*k my opp ho
I’m probably posted in they hood with her right now, fu*king an opp b!tch, uh

[Chorus]
Ain’t got no time, so when I fu*k you, I’m gon’ leave out
You ever stood over a n!gga, watch him bleed out?
My bro did, I give him a switch, he go and blitz and split another wig
Been tryna stay out the streets and focus on some other s*it
Tryna go and do some good s*it
But I fell in love with all these Percocets and hood b!tches
B!tch, you know you lucky that you fu*ked me, I’m a mil’ ticket
‘Cause every ho don’t get a chance, you gotta be some fine s*it