Fuk It lyrics

[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, f*ck it (Hmm, swerve, skrrt)
It ain't got no tax? f*ck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag? f*ck you (Yo, yeah)
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm f*ckin' (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 f*ck sh*t, 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 b*tches, 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 sh*t (Hah), hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
b*tch, I call the plug every Sunday like a service (Yeah)
All my diamonds VS1, these b*tches wavy, these b*tches 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)
b*tch, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
b*tch, 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 sh*t is my pilot (Brrt)
b*tch 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, b*tches be buggin' for that di*k inside of it (Woo)
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich, b*tch, 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 f*ck 'cause I doubled it scammin' it (Yeah)
And this lil' b*tch, she been ridin' on di*k 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, f*ck it (Hmm, swerve, skrrt)
It ain't got no tax? f*ck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag? f*ck you (Yo, yeah)
12 on my ass, duckin'
She got an ass? I'm f*ckin' (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 f*ck sh*t, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, ran it up (Ran it up)