Jay5 , Yakki, Lil Baby - Fasho lyrics

I got racks, I'm a king, that's for sure sure
Expensive guns, I keep a draco
Ain't for show show shawty fit
She bounce on that dick like a pogo
Broke boys coppin' Rollies
I just bust the Hublot
I get racks, that's for sure sure
All these bitches fuckin'
That's for sure sure
Oh you trappin', can't compete
My prices too low
She don't swallow, pull out
Nut all on her kudo

I got racks, that's for sure sure
Keep a stick, ain't talkin' pogo met a plug
I dropped the price and copped a two door
Aston Martin foreign but you
Hear that vroom though
All my pockets full, 4PF like Lil Baby
I feel like MoneyBagg
Might just cop a new Mercedes
Diamonds on bling with no flash
So that nigga poppin' for some'
Oh she piped up on the Gram
I bet she fuckin' for some'
I got racks, that's for sure sure
I got gats, talkin' prices my shit too low
I got racks, that's for sure sure
Know they plottin', I ain't worried
Keep that draco

I got racks, I'm a king, that's for sure sure
Expensive guns, I keep a draco
Ain't for show show shawty fit
She bounce on that dick like a pogo
Broke boys coppin' Rollies
I just bust the Hublot
I get racks, that's for sure sure
All these bitches fuckin'
That's for sure sure
Oh you trappin', can't compete
My prices too low
She don't swallow, pull out
Nut all on her kudo

She all on my ass like a low jack
Hid them packs under your step like a dopeman
Something 'bout her swagger like a foreman
Every picture she take perfect
Call her Kodak i ain't going broke no more
How can I when they keep sending
These bags for the low
All my niggas they on go
They ain't gon' stop
I'm on par, man for sure, for sure
All these diamonds on me water
I just water some more
Nine times out of ten I got that pack in
I ain't hitting the stage if I
Can't get my scrap in, you dig that
Keep my foot on they neck, for sure for sure

I got racks, I'm a king, that's for sure sure
Expensive guns, I keep a draco
Ain't for show show shawty fit
She bounce on that dick like a pogo
Broke boys coppin' Rollies
I just bust the Hublot
I get racks, that's for sure sure
All these bitches fuckin'
That's for sure sure
Oh you trappin', can't compete
My prices too low
She don't swallow, pull out
Nut all on her coolo

I'm up early chasing racks
For sure for sure for sure
In the traphouse movin' that pack
For sure for sure for sure
Hundred thousand molly in that bag
For sure for sure for sure
Brand new i8 drivin' fast, for sure for sure
Yeah yeah i'm my mama's oldest so I had to
I'm just tryna run me up a bag too
I'm so sick of gettin' all this bad news
I'm just tryna show these niggas cash rules
It's all about them racks
I want that guacamole
Pick me a Patek and went
And dropped the Rollie
Talk about the struggle all the time
Don't it we done got it, had to get it
Now I shine on 'em

For sure for sure for sure
For sure for sure for sure
For sure for sure for sure
For sure for sure for sure