SeptembersRich
YEAH
[Verse]
On my twizzy, run it up, bitch, we can't walk
Twenty thousand, flyin' private, bitch, that high top
Need the Perky up, bitch, I can't talk (Bitch, I can't talk)
Now I'm pissed off, all this money got 'em pissed off
Elliante got my wrist froze
These lil' n***as had some fame but they fell off, they some sellouts (They some sellouts)
Helmut lames, they can't even fucking sell out (They can't sell out)
Put my twizzy in them chains, I'ma bail out
Fifteen thousand on this K, said, "Fuck 12, now"
Woke up, then I scammed some lames, bitch, we too up
Mixed that Perky with the X, then I thrеw up
Your bitch finna pull up, finna neck me up on boot up
Take thе Perky then I flex up, in her mouth just like a checkup
But I only like her from the neck down
And I like a bitch who swing that neck 'round
Fuckin' all these bitches in my old town
Fuckin' all these bitches in my new town
Call up ***, he shoot now
Call another gang and they shoot now
Bitch, we hang with snipers, we don't do no shootouts
C8, butter seats with the roof down
Mini Drac' and it take your fuckin' trap down
Twin Glocks dirty, bitch like some nunchucks
Twin beams, yeah, triple beams, yeah
Gettin' money and I'm poppin' all these beans, yeah
Totin' Glocks, fuckin' bitches as a teen, yeah
Poppin' X, couple Perkies inbetween, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Poppin' X, couple Perkies inbetween, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah