Yeat, SeptembersRich - Rari lyrics

(Skrr) I'm in that 'Rari
Fuck it (yeah, skrr, woo)
And it got no tax, fuck it (yeah)
You ain't got a bag
(yeah) , fuck you (yeah, go)
12 on my ass, duckin' (No, no, yeah)
She got a ass, I'm fuckin' (yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin' (Bussin')
Y'all oldheads, rusty (Rusty)
That's not a blick, is it trusty?
(Blick, blick, trusty, Phew phew, phew)
Every day I get high, on some fuck shit
(Fuck shit)
Yeah, I need X to survive, yeah to function
(Function)
Yeah, ran it up, and my coupe go extra fast
It got the V8 on it (V8 on it)
All my bitches, yeah, extra bad
They got them titties on it (Titties on it)

Mini draco sittin' on my dash
It got them titties on it (Phew)
I'm so rich, 20's don't mean shit, 150's only
(Huh, only)
Ran outta X, so I called the plug
(Brr) bought like 50 off 'em (Bitch)

Bitch I called the plug
(Bitch) evеry sunday like a service (Yеah)
All my diamonds VS1, these bitches wavy
These bitches surfin' (Surfin')
Yeah, i got milly cash in the stash house
(Stash house)

They tried getting high like me one time
Then they crashed out
(Boy they crashed out, Out)
Bitch I been on geeker time
My demons told me chill out
Bitch I bought that scat pack
(Vroom) , to crash it
Tekashi, these kids they be snitchin'
They plottin' (Snitch)
I got a 556 and that drum mag
Big ahh bullet gon' take off his noggin
(Brr)

I just pulled up in that Gucci tracksuit
They thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021 Matte Black CA, and
It got the roof off
And bro bought the suicides on it (Skrr)
They told me I won't win, but I want it
And whole lotta blues, lotta reds
Lotta Sonic i been off X and this shit is my
Pilot, bitch said she never did it
So just try it
All I been doing is been getting
High, go throw all those racks
Send them up to the sky
Yeat, I just pulled up in that Cullinan
Bitch a big body pulled up right beside of me
(Woo)
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich
Bitch if you broke do not think about signing
(Shut up)

I just got wired 10k for that show
But I ain't even show I just
Went outta town with it (yeah)
Coulda got ten more bands if I came
Back, but I ain't give a fuck
Went doubled and' scammin' it (Scam)
And this lil' bitch keep on ridin' dick
Like a bike or a car
Or somethin' with handles on it
(Handles on it) we in the mall like a job
The papparazi finna pull up tosee
What we drive today (yeah)

(Skrr) I'm in that 'Rari
Fuck it (yeah, skrr, woo)
And it got no tax, fuck it (yeah)
You ain't got a bag
(yeah) , fuck you (yeah, go)
12 on my ass, duckin' (No, no, yeah)
She got a ass, I'm fuckin' (yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin' (Bussin')
Y'all oldheads, rusty (Rusty)
That's not a blick, is it trusty?
(Blick, blick, trusty, Phew phew, phew)
Every day I get high, on some fuck shit
(Fuck shit)
Yeah, I need X to survive, yeah to function
(Function) yeah, ran it up