CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fuk It
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, f**k it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? F**k it
You ain't got a bag? F**k it
12 on my a**, duckin'
She got an a**? I'm f**kin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some f**k sh*t, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
In my coupe, goin' extra fast, it's got the V8 on it
All my b*t*hes, extra bad, they got them t**ties on it
Mini draco sittin' on my dash, it's got them t**ties on it
I'm so rich, twenties don't mean sh*t, hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
B*t*h, I call the plug every Sunday like a service
All my diamonds VS1, these b*t*hes wavy, these b*t*hes surfin', yeah
I got a million cash in the stash house
B*t*h, I get it how I need, one time, boy, they crashed out
B*t*h, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
B*t*h, I bought that Scatpack, to crash it
Tekashi, these kids'll be snitchin', they plottin'
I got a .556 and the drum mag, big-a** bullet gon' take off his noggin
I just pulled up in a Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021, matte black C8 and I went and got a reward for it, and bro put the suicides on it
They tell me my whip got her horny, whole lot of blue, lot of red, lots on it
I been on [?] pilot
B*t*h said she never did it, so let's try it
All I been doin' is been gettin' high
Bro throw all them racks, take them ones to the sky, yeah
I just pulled up in a Cullinan, b*t*hes be buggin' for that d**k inside of it
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich b*t*h if you broke do not think about signing it
I just got wired 10K for the show, but I ain't even show out, I just went out of town with it
Could've got ten more bands for that backend, but I don't give a f**k 'cause I'm done with the scammin' hit
And this lil' b*t*h, she been ridin' on d**k like a biker, a car or somethin' with handles on it
We in the [?], the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, f**k it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? F**k it
You ain't got a bag? F**k it
12 on my a**, duckin'
She got an a**? I'm f**kin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some f**k sh*t, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
I'm in that 'Rari, f**k it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? F**k it
You ain't got a bag? F**k it
12 on my a**, duckin'
She got an a**? I'm f**kin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some f**k sh*t, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
In my coupe, goin' extra fast, it's got the V8 on it
All my b*t*hes, extra bad, they got them t**ties on it
Mini draco sittin' on my dash, it's got them t**ties on it
I'm so rich, twenties don't mean sh*t, hundreds, fifties on it
Ran out of X, so I called the plug, bought like fifty off him
B*t*h, I call the plug every Sunday like a service
All my diamonds VS1, these b*t*hes wavy, these b*t*hes surfin', yeah
I got a million cash in the stash house
B*t*h, I get it how I need, one time, boy, they crashed out
B*t*h, I been on geeky time, my demons told me, "Chill out"
B*t*h, I bought that Scatpack, to crash it
Tekashi, these kids'll be snitchin', they plottin'
I got a .556 and the drum mag, big-a** bullet gon' take off his noggin
I just pulled up in a Gucci tracksuit, they thought I was joggin' (Jog)
Brand new 2021, matte black C8 and I went and got a reward for it, and bro put the suicides on it
They tell me my whip got her horny, whole lot of blue, lot of red, lots on it
I been on [?] pilot
B*t*h said she never did it, so let's try it
All I been doin' is been gettin' high
Bro throw all them racks, take them ones to the sky, yeah
I just pulled up in a Cullinan, b*t*hes be buggin' for that d**k inside of it
I went and made a new label, this TwizzyRich b*t*h if you broke do not think about signing it
I just got wired 10K for the show, but I ain't even show out, I just went out of town with it
Could've got ten more bands for that backend, but I don't give a f**k 'cause I'm done with the scammin' hit
And this lil' b*t*h, she been ridin' on d**k like a biker, a car or somethin' with handles on it
We in the [?], the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today
(Skrrt)
I'm in that 'Rari, f**k it (Skrrt)
It ain't got no tags? F**k it
You ain't got a bag? F**k it
12 on my a**, duckin'
She got an a**? I'm f**kin' (Yeah)
200 the dash, I'm truckin' (Swerve)
I'm on this X, bussin', y'all old heads, rusty
That not a blick, you isn't trusted
Everyday I get high, I'm on some f**k sh*t, yeah
I need X to survive, yeah, to function
Yeah, run it up
