W2LEEZY - Justin Rarri, YK Osiris

Mmh, yeah, huh, huh, Lil Rarri

Yeah, huh

SumYunGhai who made this shit

I could pull up in a Bugatti

If my nigga shoot you, what you gon' do about it?

Pullin' up in a new 'Rari

I got bitches who tell me they love me, it’s too crowded

And I’m keeping like two shottys

'Cause of these niggas, they funny, like who plottin'?

Michael Phelps in the 'unani

Used to have twenty, not enough to blow it

Nigga, like who done ditty?

I be like too clutch with it

And a bitch, I can’t stay stuck with it

She gon' play me, don’t fall in love with it

Only fuckin' with these bad bitches

Had to drop her 'cause she was wack with it

And they mad 'cause I’m getting bags, nigga

Had to switch on a couple brodies talking bad on me

Fuck all the opps coming up, tryna be friends

They see the money I’m making

Like I ain’t worried 'bout a nigga who peeping

Pocket watching like a pussy

They see the money that we spend on the weekends

I’ma just kill 'em with numbers

A young nigga runnin' shit like a demon

They say they love me but hate me, I’m, I’m

I’m from the BX where niggas go apeshit

I’m from the city where niggas do murder scenes, pulling up in some Bape shit

All black, all black, you say you love me, but I hear you hating

This flow ain’t basic, been tryna copy but you cannot make this

Now that I’m poppin', I’m doing whatever

I fell in love with a ho, I regret her

It don’t even fucking matter 'cause I could just fuck on her cousin in a new

Gucci sweater

Skrrting off in a foreign, yeah, word to Leezy, she gon 'suck me and then I’ma

dead her

Cutting off lot of niggas, I been that

Keep the chopper loaded, brodie with that

And since a youngin, I knew how to grip that

So I know when the chopper gon' kick back

I don’t chill with these niggas, don’t kick back

That bitch dirty, my nigga, don’t hit that

Yeah, I fucked her one time, I don’t miss that

She keep calling my phone, I don’t hit that

Yeah, motherfucker, I been that

Any nigga gon' touch me, I slid that

Fuck all the opps coming up, tryna be friends

They see the money I’m making

Like I ain’t worried 'bout a nigga who peeping

Pocket watching like a pussy

They see the money that we spend on the weekends

I’ma just kill 'em with numbers

A young nigga runnin' shit like a demon

They say they love me but hate me, I’m

Gucci all up on my body, the band way

Fucking with Bauer, the gang way

I don’t fall in love with bitches, they mad fake

Nigga, fuck all these niggas and handshakes

Niggas calling me 'cause they see the clout coming

But I heard you talking down on me

It don’t even matter, you gon' see how I’m coming

I’ma switch on these niggas like uh

80K Rollie, that’s a bust, ayy

Bitch, I get a chopper, then I bust, ayy

Cutting off a nigga, that’s a must, ayy

Nigga, you broke and eat a nut, ayy

I can’t ride no school bus, ayy

Pull up in a fuckin' Uber, ayy

Lil' shawty overdue, yeah

Pull up with a big new ride

I could pull up in a Bugatti

If my nigga shoot you, what you gon' do about it?

Pullin' up in a new 'Rari

I got bitches who tell me they love me, it’s too crowded

And I’m keeping like two shottys

'Cause of these niggas, they funny, like who plottin'?

Michael Phelps in the 'unani

Used to have twenty, not enough to blow it

Nigga, like

Too clutch with it, yeah

I cannot stay stuck with

Lot of niggas, I been that

Keep the chopper loaded, brody with that

Waste me no time

I ain’t gon' waste me no time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, Lil Rarri

Lil Rarri

Yeah, yeah, Lil Rarri

Nigga, it’s Lil Rarri, Lil Rarri