Skrilla & Lil Yachty - Rich Sinners (feat. Lil Yachty) (Lyrics)

Skrilla & Lil Yachty - Rich Sinners (feat. Lil Yachty) (Lyrics) 🔔 Subscribe and turn on notifications to Lyric Labs for more of the latest lyric videos! 🎤 Lyrics: Rich Sinners (feat. Lil Yachty) - Skrilla & Lil Yachty We rich forever, dirty money, never clean, I got some cream I done got my bitch on drugs and I done got my dog on lean Don't ask me what I'm sippin', nigga, this codeine, promethazine, not sippin' green Brodie walk shit down and nail shit, flee the scene So many shooters, expensive hats, my shooters walk down in Margielas You Saint Laurent or Ricky Owen? Designer pill box in the leather Switch tap a feather, feather trigger, shooters give a nigga wings I'm rollin' ninety milligram, I'm ten more grams away from bean 10 milli' make a nigga Milly Rock his ass right to the coffin Wet willy, put a hole in nigga head like he a dolphin Free Willy, free 40, cops took shooters off the market Just an artist, when I'm hangin' with the gang, become a target, gah Brief intermission, neck twistin', type of diamonds got 'em glitchin' Type of money that I'm gettin' turn your grace to hallelujah Twin a tailor, when it's beef, he come and suit you Pour a deuce up, pour a three Lot a niggas want my head, but heated convos cute to me It's never action like a movie with no green light Niggas meet me real time and say I'm never what it seem like How to drink, if you ever wonderin' what rich fiends look like Burn the dope 'cause he can't cook right Go to school I was crackin' cars for new Margiela shoes Heard your man got sent to jail for movin' dope, that boy a mule I'm in Philly ridin' with Skrilla off the drink, tryin' not to drool you Pour a line, it's not for you, go sip some green The purple shit for real sippers, go pop a bean I speak the truth, no lie, I'm not from New Orleans Don't run this way, I walk around with big machines, grr, grr, grr I raised the gator in the penthouse, yeah, of course Granny trappin' in chancletas, sellin' fetty off the porch I'm from the bottom, Bikini Bottom, who knew Patrick be a star? Five-star restaurants, a bad bitch eatin' caviar I'm sippin' lean, like to mix it with the cream Like rockin' Ricky Owen jeans Gen5, the Glocky 17, brrt, straight dump I dump the band in styrofoam I send my shooters at your home, you might not make it to the morn', goddamn Burnin' rubber, scratchin' Forgis, doin' a hundred Might as well walk with a Glock without a clip, you'll never dump it Actin' Macho man, we get a nigga chipped, it's never nothin' Niggas wanna be like us so bad, he pourin' Robitussin Fuck the fussin', I'm the one call all the shots, I feel like Putin I be rackin' up the bread, ten G's ahead, I love the gluten If it's ever really smoke, pussy, I got solutions I rock stones without inclusions, all my cups come with a fusion #richsinnersfeatlilyachty #skrillalilyachty #lyrics