Yeat, SeptembersRich - Fuk It lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, SeptembersRich - Fuk It lyrics]
(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
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
(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
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
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
(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