Rich Sinners by Skrilla song Lyrics and video
| Artist: | Skrilla |
|---|---|
| Album: | Single |
| Music: | yababykid |
| Lyricist: | Skrilla & Lil Yachty |
| Label: | NA |
| Genre: | Hip‑hop / Pop |
| Release: | 2025-10-17 |
Lyrics (English)
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 Brody walks you down and out shit, flee the scene So many shooters, expensive hats, my shooters walk down in Margiela’s You Saint Laurent or Ricky Owens? Designer pill boxes lever Switch type of feather, feather trigger shooters give a nigga wings I’m rollin’ ninety milligram, I’m ten more grams away from beans 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, he just an artist When I’m hangin’ with the gang, we come to target, gah Brief intermission, neck twistin’, type of diamonds got ’em glitchin’ Type of money that I’m getting’ll turn your grace to hallelujah Twin and Taylor, 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 wonder what rich dreams 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, try 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 Owens jeans Gen 5, the Glocky 17, brrt, straight dump I dump, abandoned the styrofoam I send my shooters at your home, you might not make it to the mo’n, goddamn I’m 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
About: Rich Sinners lyrics in English by Skrilla, music by yababykid. Includes YouTube video and lyrics in multiple languages.