Poeboy K.P. - Fucc A Ticket Lyrics

Klaaahh
It's K.P bitch
Mr. 9 On My Side
I hit the gas up in a hellcat don't give a damn bout a ticket
9 On my side you know I always gotta stay with it
Yo girl staring at me hard like she wanna give me them digits
If I get the digits you know a nigga gonna be hitting it
I'on play about my niggas you play then it's going down
Blastin shots from the 9 til a nigga run out of rounds
I'm balling no out of bounds I'on fuck around with no clowns
Hope your mama gotta outfit for you to be in the ground
Bitch
And that's fasho
Don't nobody show you love until they know you bout to blow
Don't nobody wants none from you till they know you getting dough
Remember riding the bike around the block just to get to the store
Uhh
Yo girl got my number so she hit me on the celly
It seem like she ready
But no I'm not R.Kelly
Put that D up in her belly ass shaking like jelly
If I ever get locked up my niggas gon' bail me
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screamin' out fucc a ticket
In a hellcat hittin' the gas
They ain't catching up with me
Gotcha girl in the passenger best believe I'm gon' hit it
I'm gon' get it
That 9, I stay with it
I shoot, I ain't missin'
He dead, family gon miss' him
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screaming out fucc a ticket

Klaaahh
It's K.P bitch
Mr. 9 On My Side
I hit the gas up in a hellcat don't give a damn bout a ticket
9 On my side you know I always gotta stay with it
Yo girl staring at me hard like she wanna give me them digits
If I get the digits you know a nigga gonna be hitting it
I'on play about my niggas you play then it's going down
Blastin shots from the 9 til a nigga run out of rounds
I'm balling no out of bounds I'on fuck around with no clowns
Hope your mama gotta outfit for you to be in the ground
Bitch
And that's fasho
Don't nobody show you love until they know you bout to blow
Don't nobody wants none from you till they know you getting dough
Remember riding the bike around the block just to get to the store
Uhh
Yo girl got my number so she hit me on the celly
It seem like she ready
But no I'm not R.Kelly
Put that D up in her belly ass shaking like jelly
If I ever get locked up my niggas gon' bail me
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screamin' out fucc a ticket
In a hellcat hittin' the gas
They ain't catching up with me
Gotcha girl in the passenger best believe I'm gon' hit it
I'm gon' get it
That 9, I stay with it
I shoot, I ain't missin'
He dead, family gon miss' him
Twelve clocked a nigga on the highway goin' over 50
All these racks up in my pocket
I'm screaming out fucc a ticket