lirik lagu chase fetti & benny the butcher – get a ticket
[intro: chase fetti]
uh (brr)
y’all know me (bah~bah~bah~bah~bah~bah)
it’s not good~lookin’ for this beat, n~gga
ayy, buzz, you know you—
you know what’s up with me, man (uh)
it’s regular talk, n~gga (look)
[verse 1: chase fetti]
i’m on top of my game, n~gga, i’m feelin’ like ‘bron when he touched the league (uh~huh)
whether i got this rollie on or it’s off, i’m tuckin’ sleeves (y’all know me)
i pull this big mac out, if a n~gga owe double~cheese (brr)
get to snappin’, flea~fl!ckin’, cop on ease, n~gga, yeah (cash)
i’m the pill guy, i know to let the steal fly (uh~huh)
the prices of my b~tches heels is still high (they still high)
i know a couple n~ggas that told, but for what that’s sittin’, still high
you gotta do the science on sh~t a n~gga built now
look, you better have some knowledge yourself (where the science, love?)
you did that blessin’, just acknowledge the wealth, my n~gga, real sh~t (real sh~t)
look, a n~gga talkin’ live, i hit that k!ll~switch (bah~bah~bah)
pop the cap off the blender, them fumes make me feel sick (uh~huh)
i need it real lit, n~gga, i am legend, call me will smith
a thousand fifty had me on my drip sh~t (that’s a fact)
then i touched a brick and found a couple n~ggas i can build with
the hand that i was dealt made me deal sh~t (uh~huh)
look, i’m squeezin’ on that tricker, ’til the steel cl!ck (brr)
lost so many n~ggas, i don’t feel sh~t (real sh~t)
[chorus: chase fetti]
first you put it in that blender, next you gotta sift it (gotta sift it)
stamp a couple bags up, then you gotta pinch it (gotta pinch it)
please rush them now, sh~t is gettin’ wicked (gettin’ wicked)
i was out road~runnin’, tryna get a ticket, n~gga (ticket, n~gga)
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
i’ma be fresh as h~ll when the feds watch (when the feds watch)
butch’ slam the work with the hulk hogan leg drop (boom)
a big dry~in on the counter while y’all air a box
wanna sound like hitler’s ap and look like a crayon box (my n~gga)
come with it or get mob~claimed, this trigger on this glock squeeze
this chicken on me, not cleaned, one~fifty in a box spring
i carry lows, my connect never carried phones
his name, we don’t bring it up, like that picture with jerry jones
i’m on the strip, in a fit that you only should wear in vogue
i can’t take it, i start shakin’ every time i stand near a stove, yeah
state farm arena, while atlanta play the rockets
me and my b~tch on a jumbotron, like angela and gotti (hahaha)
out the country vacation, it’s gon’ be hard for you to find me
i might send that b~tch back to you, with tan lines on her body (my n~gga)
who showed the trappers how to get loose? (butch’) ask dukes
when i was six, i spelled out bricks in my alphabet suit (d~mn)
so be prepared when you get in the streets
granny taught me to always live what you speak
and wash your dishes with bleach, let’s go
it’s benny and chase, n~gga, the butcher comin’, ah
[chorus: chase fetti]
first you put it in that blender, next you gotta sift it (gotta sift it)
stamp a couple bags up, then you gotta pinch it (gotta pinch it)
please rush them now, sh~t is gettin’ wicked (gettin’ wicked)
i was out road~runnin’, tryna get a ticket, n~gga (ticket, n~gga)
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