SeptembersRich - Relapsed! lyrics
[SeptembersRich - Relapsed! lyrics]
I'm tired of these lame ass niggas
Keep dissing
Hunnid on the dash in the Trackhawk Jeep
Fuck it, finna blow fifty thousand this week
Finna put your bitch on her knees
She sucking the team
You crying 'bout that bitch when
She sucking on me
Got that private jet for the team
For the whole damn week
I'm so damn high, had to walk
Crashed the Jeep
, I buy it
Told that bitch, bring her friends, she fine
She bi
Said, "Fuck it, bring TwizzyRich to Dubai"
Smoking on strong, fresh, sticky zaza
Rick Owens on my feet and your bitch like
"Wow"
Woke up, got high, fucked around and died
Don't try to cry about me now
Been a real addict for a goddamn while
It'd be a damn lie if I say
I ain't made a hunnid thou'
I'm still from the South but
I just made it out i was selling White Girl
You was selling Girl Scouts
Finna fuck twenty hoes and kick them all out
Bitch running around the mansion with
Her titties all out
Just made a porno with your bitch on my couch
Call The shooters, doo doo, taking your scout
You broke at home
With your mans running 'round
Addicted to Percs, you addicted to clout
Your bitch keep begging for the
Dick in her mouth getting bags of the air
We ship it to the South
Forgot to mention, one day
And they touchdown
One day with your bitch and
My team do a Touchdown
EDD just hit, racks finna touch down
You cry 'bout your bitch but
You can't get her back
You cry 'bout that bitch when
I'm breaking her back
Racks came in, had a rack attack
Quit the Percs, but I'm finna relapse
Finna blow her back, then I may double back
Everybody ain't dead, shooters double back
So much X in my body
Finna have a heart attack
Finna take your pack, finna end your trap
Keep crying 'bout that pack
We ain't giving shit back
Gotta leave from Atlanta
And your bitch from the West
She thick and she bad
I just vibe with that ho
Now I'm slapping her ass
You got your first bag and blew it shit sad
Go cry to your mama, you fumbled your bag
You fumbled your bag you fumbled your bag
Keep dissing
Hunnid on the dash in the Trackhawk Jeep
Fuck it, finna blow fifty thousand this week
Finna put your bitch on her knees
She sucking the team
You crying 'bout that bitch when
She sucking on me
Got that private jet for the team
For the whole damn week
I'm so damn high, had to walk
Crashed the Jeep
, I buy it
Told that bitch, bring her friends, she fine
She bi
Said, "Fuck it, bring TwizzyRich to Dubai"
Smoking on strong, fresh, sticky zaza
Rick Owens on my feet and your bitch like
"Wow"
Woke up, got high, fucked around and died
Don't try to cry about me now
Been a real addict for a goddamn while
It'd be a damn lie if I say
I ain't made a hunnid thou'
I'm still from the South but
I just made it out i was selling White Girl
You was selling Girl Scouts
Finna fuck twenty hoes and kick them all out
Bitch running around the mansion with
Her titties all out
Just made a porno with your bitch on my couch
Call The shooters, doo doo, taking your scout
You broke at home
With your mans running 'round
Addicted to Percs, you addicted to clout
Your bitch keep begging for the
Dick in her mouth getting bags of the air
We ship it to the South
Forgot to mention, one day
And they touchdown
One day with your bitch and
My team do a Touchdown
EDD just hit, racks finna touch down
You cry 'bout your bitch but
You can't get her back
You cry 'bout that bitch when
I'm breaking her back
Racks came in, had a rack attack
Quit the Percs, but I'm finna relapse
Finna blow her back, then I may double back
Everybody ain't dead, shooters double back
So much X in my body
Finna have a heart attack
Finna take your pack, finna end your trap
Keep crying 'bout that pack
We ain't giving shit back
Gotta leave from Atlanta
And your bitch from the West
She thick and she bad
I just vibe with that ho
Now I'm slapping her ass
You got your first bag and blew it shit sad
Go cry to your mama, you fumbled your bag
You fumbled your bag you fumbled your bag