Rari Lil Tra$h

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Rolling in a 'Rari
Solo with no set
Sorry, I'm not sorry I'll be flexing 'till I'm dead
I got bitches in my head
Hands up on my chest
Sorry, I'm not sorry I'll be flexin' till I'm dead
I got diamonds for the woes
Don't fuck with no hoes
Sorry, I'm not sorry bitch you can't come to my shows
I got Gucci to my socks
Like my name Ferg
Sorry, I'm not sorry Imma dump the clutch and swerve
I got two phones
One for the main girl
One for the side girl
All I know is flex
Gold shine when I pipe her
Yeah, they fuckin' with me now
Roof-top snipers
Got so much cash on me
Ain't no need for swipin'
Pulled up roof missin'
Drop top, too vicious
Two bitches in the back seat
Fast speeds in da whip
Check the (drip)
Love the way she shake her hips
Roll the dank pour dat drank
Shotty come and take a sip