Yeat – Twizzy Rich Lyrics

Twizzy Rich

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"Twizzy Rich." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:22 am

Album: Up 2 Më

Track No: 16

Aye, it's all up to me
It's all up to me, aye
Oh, aye, hey
It's all up to me, it's all up to me (Hey)
First time touchin’ a mil', life never felt so real (Real)
They tryna be my twizzy, you already know ain't no deal (Whole 'lotta cash)
You sipping on lil' stretched Wock', bitch, I'm just cracking the seal
Gotta pay for a good ass lawyer, we ain’t sittin' in no cell
Aye, I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bails
Yeah, diamonds on big boy water, got these bitches straight out the well, uh
I've tried replacing the X with the Percs, but bitch, you don't know how that feel
I just try keeping it real, but I'm always gon' keep it a hunnid
My bitch did a brand new favor, yeah, she just be drinking my nut
I always gotta dodge all the hate, I gotta dodge the assumptions
How you gon' turn to a snitch? Yeah, how you talk shit but you runnin'?
I used to be eating noodle-oodles sittin' in the basement with the roaches in it
They used to not fuck with the kid, now I'm going up, everybody in my business
Said you can't trust me, lil' bitch, I'm a snake, go behind your back and stab it
You know it's not shit to go pull out the Wraith, bring it out in automatic, yeah
I OD on the pills so much, I hired a full-time medic
Pull up on my bitch and she eat me like lunch, said I got rid of her headache
I could tell real from the fake, we just be having abundance
Signing the deal, would you be on my faith? I got my money out of nothing
VS1 flawless, all of 'em shine
Yeah, told you stop hitting my phone, told you stop wasting my time
I got a big ol' bitch, she got a big behind
Yeah, I just been sending them packs, I just been making them fly
Yeah, I can't go back on my word, I already said that it's time
Yeah, all of my twizzies is up, bitch, we been next in line
And these Yercs, they got me moody, yeah, y'all federal
You don't got no money but you judging, call you Judy
It's all up to me, it's all up to me (Hey)
First time touchin' a mil', life never felt so real (Real)
They tryna be my twizzy, you already know ain't no deal (Whole 'lotta cash)
You sipping on lil' stretched Wock', bitch, I'm just cracking the seal
Gotta pay for a good ass lawyer, we ain't sittin' in no cell
Aye, I was just out in La Jolla, I was just shipping some bails
Yeah, diamonds on big boy water, got these bitches straight out the well, uh
I've tried replacing the X with the Percs, but bitch, you don't know how that feel

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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