"jobe tawwk" lyrics

Call me when you need me

Had to go make a bag it weren't easy
I got racks now they act like they need me
I got all these young kids tryna be me

I believe I don't need a genie
Promised granny she'd see me on TV
See through all black shades like I'm Stevie
Making racks and it turned to a habit
223 make him bounce like a rabbit

Talk about racks I don't care 'bout your status
In the lead, I got too much of stamina
I stack it up and then count it up all by myself, really I feel like a loner
Stop all that talking, your whole fit cost my belt, and it's no capping or joking

When it's 'bout racks I'm not joking
SI white diamonds they poking
Double D came with pressure, she choking
Through the backdoor, don't leave it open

I got big diamonds, neck always soaking
Told your bit' to d ride like a token
Like 2 years ago I was just hoping
Now I see all my dreams and they closer

Glock 15 it don't stay in the holster
We can put that lil boy on a poster
Take my gang to go shopping at dover
'Cause you only live once then it's over

Vivienne west wood, a baguetty choker
How I'm runnin up racks? Still a scholar
Thought I told you bitch I'm a young baller
I say block and delete I don't call her
(Let's go go go go go)

I'm dapping up brady we got one
I'm swimming I need me a costume
I blew up it's really combustion
Yes I been spending, I'm spending it all, I really don't care 'bout the costing
Playing that bit' like a fucking guitar
I know all the keys and the notes

Talk about bread yes I got me a loaf
I'm really 'bout it, don't brag and don't boast
I'm the type bag me a baddie then ghost
You the type bag you a baddie then post

I'm wavy I came from the coast
You sketchy, you don't know the code
I really got used to the cold
I even stopped wiping my nose

Play my shit now and your girl she freaky
I wake up and trend for no reason
GMG and you don't know the secret
GMG and you don't know the feeling

Brag about it I feel like a villain
GMG we in the top of the building