Crash Rarri - Regardless (feat. Sada Baby)
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I'm in ATL, bout to crash a Rari, me and Rarri
Get it started, I got foreign bitches actin' like they ooo
I got foreign bitches in here actin' like they real retarded
Pop a perc, they pussy-farted, I'm raked up but this regardless
Now listen, Amiri jeans, bout 1290
Trapped out in a trap house, 12 can't find me
I came back down because my background be actin' too violent
Sock em in the eye now his shit violet
Bitch, I'ma go throw my hands, cause that's alright
Bitch, bay-bay wanna dance and that's all night
30 dollars, just to send a home, spirit flight
Know I'm 1 of 1 aint nair one of these bitches gon' play with me
Feel like bro in Hollywood, pushin' my AMG
My cap RGB, ain't no ho gon' lie to me
Big Blood with a crip, we both 55th
Big Blood with a crip, but we both 55th
Mr. Maker, bitch, go toot that ass up
Every time I hit the spot with blocks, we gotta trap some
Every time she hit the block with thots, we bout to slap some
Now listen, smash some, as soon as I act up
I'm on Percocets, my jersey say my last name
He cool with a pistol on me, 30 round, got a gas chamber
Hit your B in front of the back, she got a yea yea
Hit your B in front of the back, she got a ass sprain
Gave that bitch a Chinese V, another aspirin
Got me hittin from the front, she was speakin' different
I'm gon' handle business when I'm in it just cause I'm malicious too
I'm in ATL, bout to crash a Rari, me and Rarri, get it started
I got foreign bitches actin' like they ooo
I got foreign bitches in here actin' like they real retarded
Pop a Perc, they pussy farted
I racked up but this regardless
Now listen, Amiri jeans, about 1290
Trapped out in a trap house, 12 can't find me
I can't back down because my background be actin' too violent
Please don't get me started
Man, this drink got me like Roddy Ricch
Feeling anti social
We don't chop it up, we chop with sticcs
Diors they be stabbin', land on magic
Now I take my picc, 9 to 5
Another bitch arrive she had to work her shift
Sweet lady, would you be my
Baby girl, I'm sippin' on this drank, I'm feelin' senile
Pourin' red, drinkin' on that blood, I'm finna bleed out
Maybach'n chillin', I'm relaxin', throw my feet out
Feelin' all this motion from this potion, pull a beat out
Tapped in with the Cs, a couple Bs, you shouldn't be out
Gotta keep it P with all my fe's, pull my seat out
Hop up in my car, hit the exhaust, don't pull the keys out
Pullin' on your braids when you get slayed, I see your leave out
Life in danger, we don't talk to strangers, pull them things out
Hop on stage, feel like love is rage, hear him sing out
Flip the page, Sada he the gang, then wipe him clean out
I'm an ATL, bout to crash a Rari, me and Rarri
Get it started, I got foreign bitches actin' like they ooo
I got foreign bitches in here actin' like they real retarded
Pop a perc her pussy farted, I racked up but this regardless
Now listen, Amiri jeans, about 1290
Trapped out in a trap house, 12, can't find me
I came back down because my background be actin' too violent
Written by:
Casada Sorrell, Derick McCallum
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