[Intro]
(Yo Luca, where you at?)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Bitch, I mix the X with the Perc' (Yeah, X, yeah)
Bitch, I mix the cayenne with the swerve (Skrrt)
Fuck my money up then watch it twerk (Yeah)
Chilling with my demons and the Gods, don't know what's worse (Know what's worse)
I just turned a fifty to a hundred
Just like OVO this D-R-A-C-O go bird huntin’
Yeah, you say you changed but what you learned from it?
I finessed this lame out his lane, yeah, some bridges burned from it
Yeah, I took way too much X I lost every feeling
Yeah, I stopped clearing fake checks, I already made a killing
Yeah, by the amount of X I buy you would of thought I was dealing
They told me go and touch the roof, bitch, I broke the ceiling

[Verse 1: Yeat]
It ain't shit behind the numbers on the Instagram
I tried every time I could, I couldn’t miss a band
My pockets filled with caskets (Hold up), and presidents
Baguettes moved into my watch, they brand new residents
And they said that shit could get so evil, shit get resident
Who they calling on my phone? (Brr) That's the racks again

[Verse 2: SeptembersRich]
Who that calling on my phone? That E.D.D, that fifty racks they in
I seen half 'em fold (Fuck 'em), I seen half 'em bend
When I get to popping these Percs I leave the earth, it make my vision spin (I'm gone)
Fly out to Japan (Japan), different color yen (Yen)
It's all brand new, 2021, the Benz
Where my driver at? Where that Wocky at?
I just shipped a gun, get it when I land
Ninety for some Runtz (Runtz), we in Sherbinski
Every time we in Chanel we pull out fifty (Racks)
He tried to play me like a bitch, his parents missing (Parents missin')
[Chorus: Yeat]
Bitch, I mix the X with the Perc' (Yeah, X, yeah)
Bitch, I mix the cayenne with the swerve (Skrrt)
Fuck my money up then watch it twerk (Yeah)
Chilling with my demons and the Gods, don't know what's worse (Know what's worse)
I just turned a fifty to a hundred
Just like OVO this D-R-A-C-O go bird huntin’
Yeah, you say you changed but what you learned from it?
I finessed this lame out his lane, yeah, some bridges burned from it
Yeah, I took way too much X I lost every feeling
Yeah, I stopped clearing fake checks, I already made a killing
Yeah, by the amount of X I buy you would of thought I was dealing
They told me go and touch the roof, bitch, I broke the ceiling

[Outro: Yeat]
At the end of the day I'm still alive
I can't take back what I did, there's no point in trying
You can see the drug damage in my eyes
You still at home with your mami, yeah, the guys
Why would I try?