Текст песни 5 2 Üh 60 - SeptembersRich

Fuck what you say, what you cool with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin′ with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin′ with

No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They said I'm new wave from my sound to my lettering
Bitch, don′t even text me, fuck a phone, I′ma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything
Bitch, I′m married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
Yeah, I be high with the gods, bitch, fuck a plane
Y'all be cappin′ 'bout the fashion, y′all some Helmut lames
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday

Yeah, they say, "How'd you get that money?" I did it every way
They say, "How′d you get to the top?" I just went levitate
Asked me if I had sex with the bitch, nah, I just fucked her face
Chane′-ne' sunglasses, I can′t see like I just got maced

Everything we did was too legitly
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I′m addicted to makin' all this money, it′s just a part of me
Yeah, and your bitch gon' pull up, yeah, pardon me
Pop a perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese
They see the kid go up, now they onto me
My twizzy way too crazy, smokin′ fronto leaf

No I′m not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They said I'm new wave from my sound to my lettering
Bitch, don′t even text me, fuck a phone, I'ma let it ring
I′ve been booted up so much, I have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
Yeah, I be high with the gods, bitch, fuck a plane
Y′all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y′all some Helmut lames
They say, "How′d you get it up?" I did it everyday

Heard that court date comin' up, fuck it, finna run
Twenty bands in my pocket, twenty in my gun
I could pull out a lil′ hundon just for fun, on these niggas
Zay just flew out to LA, brought me all them triggers
They wondering, how much did I make? Fuck it, fifty figures
Catch me out in public, I don't wave, middle fingers
That boy tried to slide, he lost his life
Me and Yeat hit every time

Pour that Wock′ up, fuck that live
All my bitches ten, they dimes
Finna fuck they friends, they fine
Y'all sound the same, boy stay in line
I just mixed the shrimp with the steak and the rice
I just bought a Scat and it crashed ′cause I'm high

Everything we did was too legitly
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I′m addicted to makin′ all this money, it's just a part of me
Yeah, and your bitch gon′ pull up, yeah, pardon me
Pop a perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese
They see the kid go up, now they onto me
My twizzy way too crazy, smokin′ fronto leaf