[Intro]

(Yung Rari, Yung Rari)

(R-R-R-Rari)

Yeah, we got bands comin'

All my haters dead broke, I'm countin' dead presidents

[Verse]

All my haters dead broke, yeah, my blick got hangtime

B-Bullets hit yo' elbow, top floor shit this good za'

Twin just copped the lambtruck, SRT my new ride

I told this hoe to stand up, we got sticks on stand by

I can't do no stand-up, these racks ain't no joke

This hoe name, "Hannah", suck me like blow torch

In the cut with Bana, they count these bands up

Pop out with blue bands yuh, pockets on Fanum

Sippin dirty fanta, my cup got nada

Niggas better get they own swag, this gen 5 knocka

Chain cost arm and leg, we tote only knockas

Stay with cooler kit, in the cut like pasta

This hoe left we take that shi and then that nigga lost it

Fuckin with this blasian bitch she said my dick so awesome

Only go for headshots, I can't go below that

For this show need 10, I can't go below that

I just shot the whole crib up, now twin watch me reload that

Let yall niggas run off with it, give my fuckin flow back

Chain big and mighty end up on the fuckin floor man

Pop out, pop out Neimans spend a couple thousand on jackets

I can't love no bitch, I fell in love with Saint Laurent yeah

How the fuck you switched beats, switched onto me you let the world have it

Big ass stick on me yeah yeah this shit will fuckin go get ya

Gang ya bitch on me yeah yeah suck dick like a fuckin soul snatcher

Tellin me to pose action, take picture me dont post it

762 hit like bodey, I ain't switch so now I got og

(Dead presidence) I got niggas snitch on me, hell nah I'll never forget

Gl-Glock came with switch on me it got him nervous as shit

I was with Lil O' in NY whippin' burbans and shit

It's Balenciaga I walk with a purpose in them

(Fuck you six hunnid) Bitch