Justin Rarri
W2LEEZY
[Intro]
Mmh, yeah, huh, huh, Lil Rarri
Yeah, huh
SumYunGhai who made this sh*t

[Refrain]
I could pull up in a Bugatti
If my n***a shoot you, what you gon' do about it?
Pullin’ up in a new 'Rari
I got b*t*hes who tell me they love me, it's too crowded
And I’m keeping like two shottys
'Cause of these n***as, they funny, like who plottin'?
Michael Phelps in the 'unani
Used to have twenty, not enough to blow it
N***a, like who done ditty?
I be like too clutch with it
And a b*t*h, I can't stay stuck with it
She gon' play me, don't fall in love with it
Only f**kin' with these bad b*t*hes
Had to drop her ’cause she was wack with it
And they mad ’cause I'm getting bags, n***a
Had to switch on a couple brodies talking bad on me

[Chorus]
F**k all the opps coming up, tryna be friends
They see the money I’m making
Like I ain't worried 'bout a n***a who peeping
Pocket watching like a pu**y
They see the money that we spend on the weekends
I'ma just kill ’em with numbers
A young n***a runnin' sh*t like a demon
They say they love me but hate me, I'm, I'm
[Verse 1]
I'm from the BX where n***as go apesh*t
I'm from the city where n***as do murder scenes, pulling up in some Bape sh*t
All black, all black, you say you love me, but I hear you hating
This flow ain't basic, been tryna copy but you cannot make this
Now that I'm poppin', I'm doing whatever
I fell in love with a ho, I regret her
It don't even f**king matter 'cause I could just f**k on her cousin in a new Gucci sweater
Skrrting off in a foreign, yeah, word to Leezy, she gon 'suck me and then I'ma dead her
Cutting off lot of n***as, I been that
Keep the chopper loaded, brodie with that
And since a youngin, I knew how to grip that
So I know when the chopper gon' kick back
I don't chill with these n***as, don't kick back
That b*t*h dirty, my n***a, don't hit that
Yeah, I f**ked her one time, I don't miss that
She keep calling my phone, I don't hit that
Yeah, motherf**ker, I been that
Any n***a gon' touch me, I slid that

[Chorus]
F**k all the opps coming up, tryna be friends
They see the money I'm making
Like I ain't worried 'bout a n***a who peeping
Pocket watching like a pu**y
They see the money that we spend on the weekends
I'ma just kill 'em with numbers
A young n***a runnin' sh*t like a demon
They say they love me but hate me, I'm
[Verse 2]
Gucci all up on my body, the band way
F**king with Bauer, the gang way
I don't fall in love with b*t*hes, they mad fake
N***a, f**k all these n***as and handshakes
N***as calling me 'cause they see the clout coming
But I heard you talking down on me
It don't even matter, you gon' see how I'm coming
I'ma switch on these n***as like uh
80K Rollie, that's a bust, ayy
B*t*h, I get a chopper, then I bust, ayy
Cutting off a n***a, that's a must, ayy
N***a, you broke and eat a nut, ayy
I can't ride no school bus, ayy
Pull up in a f**kin' Uber, ayy
Lil' shawty overdue, yeah
Pull up with a big new ride

[Refrain]
I could pull up in a Bugatti
If my n***a shoot you, what you gon' do about it?
Pullin' up in a new 'Rari
I got b*t*hes who tell me they love me, it's too crowded
And I'm keeping like two shottys
'Cause of these n***as, they funny, like who plottin'?
Michael Phelps in the 'unani
Used to have twenty, not enough to blow it
N***a, like
[Outro]
Too clutch with it, yeah
I cannot stay stuck with
Lot of n***as, I been that
Keep the chopper loaded, brody with that
Waste me no time
I ain't gon' waste me no time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, Lil Rarri
Lil Rarri
Yeah, yeah, Lil Rarri
N***a, it's Lil Rarri, Lil Rarri