Fuckit SeptembersRich (Ft. Yeat)

[Pre-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)

[Chorus: Yeat]
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 1: Yeat]
And my coupe (Skrrt), go extra fast, it got the V8 on it
All my bitches, extra bad, they got them titties on it

[Verse 2: SeptembersRich]
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

[Verse 3: Yeat]
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)