Lyrics DashBoard - Payko

Racks out da bag on da dashboard
Fuck ima dwell on da past for
I'm jus tryna get back in my Jansport
All dese stamps on my passport
Ion wanna see no man poor
I done been in pain I done seen it all
I been past poor
I hope dey free my dawg, dis his last court
I seen bitches leave when niggas had more
Poppin' adderall to heal da pain, feel like I need more
Ain't no Love'Lo$t, just don't need yours
You was running wild like a free horse
I'm married to money, no divorce
My heart is so cold
Not having no pity, no remorse
Can't sell my lil soul fa no diamonds & gold

Sippin' tech in a coupe cuz it need sport
I don't need me no compass, I'm finna go north
Face hit my lap hit da torque
She dropping her panties when she hit da door
Ima see you around when I get me a Porsche
I'm not stun no bullshit, I'm real to da core
Draped in designer I did it again
I keep seeing dis shit like I been there before
I think of dem days dat I hopped on dat road, thumbed thru a check & den wanna come back
Now I got me sum tissue to shit on dem hoes dat, said I wouldn get me no racks
Now I jus sit in da trap
I was trapped in a cell on my mama I cannot go back
Racks on the dash
I can't even dwell on da past
I can't speak on da shit I done seen

Made me sum racks so big can't fit in no skinny jeans
She said I'm da 1, Payko Billie Jean
Can't speak on wax, no murders
Free all my niggas, slime like a serpent
Free lil Juug cuz he sittin on a 30
Fuck all da police cuz dey do you so dirty
Dey dnt don't give a fuck about da niggas das hittin'
Dem bastards gone hate when you pullin' out racks

Racks out da bag on da dashboard
Fuck ima dwell on da past for
I'm jus tryna get back in my Jansport
All dese stamps on my passport
Ion wanna see no man poor
I done been in pain I done seen it all
I been past poor
I hope dey free my dawg, dis his last court
I seen bitches leave when niggas had more
Poppin' adderall to heal da pain, feel like I need more
Ain't no Love'Lo$t, just don't need yours
You was running wild like a free horse
I'm married to money, no divorce
My heart is so cold
Not having no pity, no remorse
Can't sell my lil soul fa no diamonds & gold
Sippin' tech in a coupe cuz it need sport
I don't need me no compass, I'm finna go north...