Jish on the Track
Let me ask you
You ever made 300 racks
You ever sold 200 Hunnit goodies in a ac
Blowing haze with that glizzy on your lap
Know not to talk on phones them bitches probably tapped
I seen the trooper coming so I took the back road
I can count a 100 thousand with my eyes closed
Told a freaky bitch you tripping ion do blind folds
I'n uh 850 dug in swerving pot holes
If I hold my left wrist up thats 90 thou I'm your face
Every since I was a kid I kept tone on my waist
Know it's a lot of niggas salty and uh love to have my place
Before I touch the silverware and eat I gotta say my grace
Gimme my flowers while I'm here
My wrist like a chandelier
Watch when I start dropping bangers this going be 1 of year
Watched my day 1 Change up on me I stayed strong ain't drop a tear
I be somewhere vibing with a baddie sipping ginger beer
Ahhhh ya ya ya
I get mad fly
You hear that pain in every song I like to spazz out
He would of still be here if ain't try get no damn clout
We been rolling him and smoking him in dark stouts
Let me ask you
You ever made 300 racks
You ever sold 200 Hunnit goodies in a ac
Blowing haze with that glizzy on your lap
Know not to talk on phones them bitches probably tapped
I seen the trooper coming so I took the back road
I can count a 100 thousand with my eyes closed
Told a freaky bitch you tripping ion do blind folds
I'n uh 850 dug in swerving pot holes