September Lyrics

Yea, yea

Fuck y'all pussy ass niggas

(They say trille pop up shit nigga)

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Rich as fuck by September

I been off them drugs, sorry baby I don't remember

Blow up, get that fucking cheese

And when yo life get lemons, squeeze

Walk around this bitch screaming free thugga, bitch im pushing P

Swerving on a highway

Im a boss, run me my damn check, lil bitch, it's my way

You got the bag lil bitch, you don't know what to do with it

Take it right back to the 'yo

Life been moving so slow, so ima geek up, mix the drugs with the cranberry coke

You got rhymes, but I got many

I'll be yo Mickey, you be my Minnie

Come on, bae girl, let's get jiggy

I'll take you to tour the whole 'motherfucking city

You got it, I'm out it

Dripped up, too fly like a pilot

You be my plug, I'll be yo' socket

Put me on yo' screen, I feel like a locket

I got songs but I don't drop it

Shake that ass, I love when you pop it

I'm on the grind, you bet' not knock it

I got the key to the streets, I'll lock it

Yea

Like Migos, take it back to the bando

I beat the back, she moaning loud, she sound like a Soprano

Like nigga, I ran this shit up by myself, like ion even need no friends hoe

Run it up, in a couple years I'll stunt on hoes in Lambo's

And that's yo voice? I like yo accent

Beat that pussy I wanna attack it

Pussy ass boy, where you learn that tactic?

I score on niggas like 2K, Madden

When i blow up they gon be like "what happened?"

I reached for the stars and grabbed it

You niggas ain't too much having

Better yet, yea, that shit there tragic

Rich as fuck by September

I been off them drugs, sorry baby I don't remember

Blow up, get that fucking cheese

And when yo life get lemons, squeeze

Walk around this bitch screaming free thugga, bitch im pushing P