Gimme My Flowers Lyrics

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