[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Hmm, swerve, skrrt)
It ain't got no tax? Fuck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag? Fuck you (Yo, yeah)
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, is it trusty? (Phew, phew)
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, ran it up (Ran it up)

[Verse: Yeat & SeptembersRich]
And my coupe (Skrrt), go extra fast, it got the— (V8 on it)
All my bitches, extra bad, they got them titties on it
Mini Draco sittin' on my dash, it got them titties on it
I'm so rich, twenties don't mean shit (Hah), hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
Bitch, I call the plug every Sunday like a service (Yeah)
All my diamonds VS1, these bitches wavy, these bitches surfin', yeah (Surf, surf)
I got a million cash in the stash house (Stash house)
They tried gettin' high like me one time, boy, they crashed out (Boy, they crashed out)
Bitch, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
Bitch, I bought that Scatpack (Rrr), to crash it (Err)
Tekashi, these kids, they be snitchin', they plottin'
I got a .556 and a drum mag, big-ass bullet gon' take off they noggin
Just [?] pulled up in a Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021, matte-black C8 now, went and took the roof off it (Skrrt), and bro put the suicides on it
They told me "Won't win", but I want it (Yeah), a whole lotta blue, lotta red, lotta Sonic
I been on X and this shit is my pilot (Brrt)
Bitch said she never did it, so let's try it
All I been doin' is been gettin' high
Go throw all them racks, send 'em up to the sky, yeah (Brrt)
I just pulled up in a Cullinan, bitches be buggin' for that dick inside of it (Woo)
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich, bitch, if you broke do not think about signin' it
I just got wired 10K for the show, but I ain't even show, I just went out of town with it
Could've got ten more bands for that backend, but I don't give a fuck 'cause I doubled it scammin' it (Yeah)
And this lil' bitch, she been ridin' on dick like a bike or a car or somethin' with handles on it (Handles on it)
We in the [?] drive, the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today (Yeah)
[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, fuck it (Hmm, swerve, skrrt)
It ain't got no tax? Fuck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag? Fuck you (Yo, yeah)
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm fuckin' (Yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, is it trusty? (Phew, phew)
Everyday I get high, I'm on some fuck shit, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, ran it up (Ran it up)