Fuk It (Original Version) lyrics

[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt) I'm in that 'Rari, f*ck it (Yeah, skrrt) (Woo)
And it got no tags, f*ck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag (Yeah), f*ck you (Yeah, go)
12 on my ass, duckin' (No, no, yeah)
She got a ass, I'm f*ckin' (Yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin' (Bussin')
Y'all oldheads, rusty (Rusty)
That's not a blick (Blick), is it trusty? (Blick, trusty)
(Phew phew, phew)
Every day I get high, on some f*ck sh*t (f*ck sh*t)
Yeah, I need X to survive, yeah, to function (Function)
Yeah, ran it up, and my coupe (Skrrt) go extra fast, it got the V8 on it (V8 on it)
All my b*tches, yeah, extra bad, they got them titties on it (Titties on it)

[Verse 1: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
Mini Draco sittin' on my dash, it got them titties on it (Phew)
I'm so rich, 20's don't mean sh*t (Huh), 150's only (Only)
Ran outta X, so I called the plug (Brr), bought like 50 off 'em (b*tch)

[Verse 2: Yeat]
b*tch, I call the plug (b*tch), every Sunday likе a service (Yeah)
All my diamonds VS1, thеse b*tches wavy, these b*tches surfin' (Surfin')
Yeah, I got a million cash in the stash house (Stash house)
[Verse 3: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
They tried getting high like me one time, boy, they crashed out (Boy, they crashed out) (Out)
b*tch, I been on geeker time, my demons told me "Chill out"
b*tch, I bought that scat pack (Vroom), to crash it
Tekashi, these kids, they be snitchin', they plottin' (Snitch)
I got a 5.56 and that drum mag, big ahh bullet gon' take off his noggin' (Brr)

[Verse 4: Yeat]
I just pulled up in that Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021 Matte Black CA, and it got the roof off, and bro put the suicides on it (Skrr)
They told me I won't win, but I want it
And whole lotta blues, lotta reds, lotta Sonic
I been off X and this sh*t is my pilot (Phew), b*tch said she never did it, so just try it (Ooh)
All I been doing is been gettin' high, go throw all those racks, send them up to the sky (Brr)
Yeat, I just pulled up in that Cullinan, b*tch, a big body pulled up right beside of me (Woo)
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich, b*tch if you broke, do not think about signing (Shut up)

[Verse 5: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
I just got wired 10k for that show, but I ain't even show I just went outta town with it (Yeah)
Coulda got ten more bands if I came back, but I ain't give a f*ck, went doubled and' scammin' it (Scam)
And this lil' b*tch keep on ridin' di*k like a bike or a car, or somethin' with handles on it (Handles on it)
We in the mall like a job, the papparazi finna pull up to see what we drive today (Yeah)

[Chorus: SeptembersRich & Yeat]
(Skrrt) I'm in that 'Rari, f*ck it (Yeah, skrrt) (Woo)
And it got no tags, f*ck it (Yeah)
You ain't got a bag (Yeah), f*ck you (Yeah, go)
12 on my ass, duckin' (No, no, yeah)
She got a ass, I'm f*ckin' (Yeah)
Two hunnid the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin' (Bussin')
Y'all oldheads, rusty (Rusty)
That's not a blick (Blick), is it trusty? (Blick, trusty)
(Phew phew, phew)
Every day I get high, on some f*ck sh*t (f*ck sh*t)
Yeah, I need X to survive, yeah, to function (Function)
(Yeah, ran it up)