Featuring: Yeat
Songwriter: Yeat SeptembersRich
[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? Fuck it
You ain't got a bag? Fuck it
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
[Verse: Yeat & SeptembersRich]
In my coupe, goin' extra fast, it's got the V8 on it
All my bitches, extra bad, they got them titties on it
Mini draco sittin' on my dash, it's got them titties on it
I'm so rich, twenties don't mean shit, hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
Bitch, I call the plug every Sunday like a service
All my diamonds VS1, these bitches wavy, these bitches surfin', yeah
I got a million cash in the stash house
Bitch, I get it how I need, one time, boy, they crashed out
Bitch, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
Bitch, I bought that Scatpack, to crash it
Tekashi, these kids'll be snitchin', they plottin'
I got a .556 and the drum mag, big-ass bullet gon' take off his noggin
I just pulled up in a Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021, matte black C8 and I went and got a reward for it, and bro put the suicides on it
They tell me my whip got her horny, whole lot of blue, lot of red, lots on it
I been on [?] pilot
Bitch said she never did it, so let's try it
All I been doin' is been gettin' high
Bro throw all them racks, take them ones to the sky, yeah
I just pulled up in a Cullinan, bitches be buggin' for that dick inside of it
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich bitch if you broke do not think about signing it
I just got wired 10K for the show, but I ain't even show out, I just went out of town with it
Could've got ten more bands for that backend, but I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm done with the scammin' hit
And this lil' bitch, she been ridin' on dick like a biker, a car or somethin' with handles on it
We in the [?], the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today
[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? Fuck it
You ain't got a bag? Fuck it
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? Fuck it
You ain't got a bag? Fuck it
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
[Verse: Yeat & SeptembersRich]
In my coupe, goin' extra fast, it's got the V8 on it
All my bitches, extra bad, they got them titties on it
Mini draco sittin' on my dash, it's got them titties on it
I'm so rich, twenties don't mean shit, hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
Bitch, I call the plug every Sunday like a service
All my diamonds VS1, these bitches wavy, these bitches surfin', yeah
I got a million cash in the stash house
Bitch, I get it how I need, one time, boy, they crashed out
Bitch, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
Bitch, I bought that Scatpack, to crash it
Tekashi, these kids'll be snitchin', they plottin'
I got a .556 and the drum mag, big-ass bullet gon' take off his noggin
I just pulled up in a Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021, matte black C8 and I went and got a reward for it, and bro put the suicides on it
They tell me my whip got her horny, whole lot of blue, lot of red, lots on it
I been on [?] pilot
Bitch said she never did it, so let's try it
All I been doin' is been gettin' high
Bro throw all them racks, take them ones to the sky, yeah
I just pulled up in a Cullinan, bitches be buggin' for that dick inside of it
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich bitch if you broke do not think about signing it
I just got wired 10K for the show, but I ain't even show out, I just went out of town with it
Could've got ten more bands for that backend, but I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm done with the scammin' hit
And this lil' bitch, she been ridin' on dick like a biker, a car or somethin' with handles on it
We in the [?], the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today
[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? Fuck it
You ain't got a bag? Fuck it
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up