JackSounds & Cashus Knight - Regardless

(Aye, I'm in my bag today)
(I'm in my bag today, aye)
(What?)
(Aye, uh)
(I'm in my bag today)
(I fucked her Saturday)
(I skrrt off)
(What?)
(Quick)
(I'm in the Jag today, okay, I'm in that)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'm in that)

Yeah, okay I go in that, in that
I don't talk about it, I live that (No)
You ain't doing half of this, if that
You ain't wanna fuck around with it, no mishaps
I don't really wanna have to do it to 'em
Me and Cashus, we've been moving through 'em (Yeah)
Every time I flip the bag and move it
They're just looking at us like it's too confusing

All my baddest bitches in my distance so
I go plug my digits, that's my business so (Yeah)
Understand my vision 'fore I rip your soul (Rip it, rip it)
Rid myself of toxins 'cause I'm letting go
Letting go, can't fuck with no petty ho (Can't fuck with no petty ho)
Switching flows, spin the block like merry go

Blocking shit like I'm Chris Bosh, then I'm Chris Paul, get crossed up
Back and forth like it's ping pong then I bring on, been bossed up

I got trouble on my mind
I see flashes all the time
Should I stay or should I go? (Whoa)
There's no promise, there's no hope

Okay bet
Fuck a text (Yeah)
From my ex
Let me bite (Bite)
Save my life
Let me pipe
Fuck it twice
With the spice (Whoa)
Couple pints to my right (Huh)
Like I'm Max, too concise

Yeah, we ain't ever on the same page
I put in work and get it popping (Yeah)
Never slow it, I'ma drop quick (Yeah)
It's going up like a drawbridge
I just gotta go and make waves (Yeah)
What you're doing, I'ma top it (Uh)
You might fuck around and stop this
Don't be cross when they forgot you
This-this how I've been living, I just count so many faces (Yeah, faces, okay)
History is now, I know this is one for the ages (Whoa, okay)
Pour a double cup to chill 'cause we've been so outrageous (Aye, okay, whoa)
This shit is contagious
You're witnessing greatness

I got trouble on my mind
I see flashes all the time
Should I stay or should I go?
There's no promise, there's no hope
I hit ninety on that road
They get desperate then they fold
They can't hold me back no more (Yeah)
They can't hold me back no more

Yeah, yeah, aye
I need the face on repeat (Yeah)
Pussy was getting all up in your feelings 'cause your bitch was talking to me (Me)
I feel the change in the room when I walk in just knowing the topic was me (Bet)
I reverse with that unpredicted mismatch
You just talk, I spit that, twist that (Big facts)
Had no option
D'Usse get it popping
All black, look like goblin (Yeah)
She just popped a molly, mobbing 'round the city bopping (Yeah, bitch)

(Fuck up a check and then get some more, I might do both)

Trouble on my
I see
Should I stay or should
Promise there's no hope
(There's no hope)
Ninety on that road
Then they fold
(There's no hope)

Written by:
Jack Previte, Travice Thomas

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