[Intro: Justin Rarri]
Mmh, yeah, huh, huh, Lil Rarri
Yeah, huh
SumYunGhai who made this shit

[Refrain: Justin Rarri]
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 bitches 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 bitch, I can't stay stuck with it
She gon' play me, don't fall in love with it
Only fuckin' with these bad bitches
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: Justin Rarri]
Fuck 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 pussy
They see the money that we spend on the weekends
I'ma just kill 'em with numbers
A young n***a runnin' shit like a demon
They say they love me but hate me, I'm, I'm
[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]
I'm from the BX where n***as go apeshit
I'm from the city where n***as do murder scenes, pulling up in some Bape shit
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 fucking matter 'cause I could just fuck 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 bitch dirty, my n***a, don't hit that
Yeah, I fucked her one time, I don't miss that
She keep calling my phone, I don't hit that
Yeah, motherfucker, I been that
Any n***a gon' touch me, I slid that

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
Fuck 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 pussy
They see the money that we spend on the weekends
I'ma just kill 'em with numbers
A young n***a runnin' shit like a demon
They say they love me but hate me, I'm
[Verse 2: YK Osiris]
Can't show me love and hate at the same time
Don't like you, can't fuck with lames, and still blame you, all mine
Can't kick it up, 'cause you know that it's my time
Once shot, tryna get my dream, but it's always my same kind
I ain't hear what they talkin' 'bout, man, I switched it up and took another route
Pray to God that I made it out 'cause my momma never gotta struggle now
Same girl tryna fuck on me 'cause she see a n***a gettin' money now
Told my Dad, "Put the 'Rari aside, take a look around, it's just us now"
Oh, oh, oh (It's just us now), man down, man down, man down
Stay down, stay down, won't you love me more

[Refrain: Justin Rarri]
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 bitches 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: Justin Rarri]
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