[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt) I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Yeah, skrrt) (Woo)
And it got no tags, 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 (Blick), is it trusty? (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 (Skrrt) 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)

[Verse 1: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
Mini Draco sittin' on my dash, it got them titties on it (Phew)
I'm so rich, 20's don't mean shit (Huh), 150's only (Only)
Ran outta X, so I called the plug (Brr), bought like 50 off 'em (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Yeat]
Bitch, I call the plug (Bitch), every Sunday likе a service (Yeah)
All my diamonds VS1, thеse bitches wavy, these bitches surfin' (Surfin')
Yeah, I got a million cash in the stash house (Stash house)
[Verse 3: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
They tried getting high like me one time, boy, 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 5.56 and that drum mag, big ahh bullet gon' take off his noggin' (Brr)

[Verse 4: Yeat]
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 put 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 (Phew), bitch said she never did it, so just try it (Ooh)
All I been doing is been gettin' high, go throw all those racks, send them up to the sky (Brr)
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)

[Verse 5: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
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 to see what we drive today (Yeah)

[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt) I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Yeah, skrrt) (Woo)
And it got no tags, 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 (Blick), is it trusty? (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)