EDD Hit 50

(BenjiCold, why you icy?) Bitch I'm gone off these Percs, I might crash me the whip All of them racks that you said that you had in your bag They blues but they counterfeit They tryna rock with the gang, tryna claim TwizzyRich They lames, so they can't fit in (Hell nah) EDD hit off a 50, we rich I can't even trust that lil' kid, he a snitch (Yeah) He know that I'm fuckin' on his little bitch Done fucked up and twenty thousand on my wrist Hop out that jet, and your bitch want a pic Call up my goons and put on a hit (Put you on a hit) Forget 'bout your bitch 'cause she gon' end up missin' I'm in the stu', oh that shit my kitchen Bitch touching my diamonds, she wanna go swimming Tell that we rich by the way that we living My pockets they blues, but no I ain't Crippin' EDD hit 50 racks, we ain't missin' Say that your money long, boy, that shit midget Said that you smokin' strong, boy, that shit midget Said that your bitch bad, that bitch midget Poppin' these Percs and this shit got me itching This bitch want a bag and I laughin', she trippin' Side bitch callin' my phone, she trippin' I'm running to the bank, alright, y'all trippin' Ex-bitch want me back, she trippin' Got the bags in the air, how high? No limit Them snipers on the roof and take your fitted TwizzyRich shooters completing the mission Woke up with a bag on your head Now y'all parents screaming that you missing On Rodeo, ten bands and I ain't got security with me Bih' just pulled out Snapchat, I ain't got time for no picture And my new bitch ass fat, I ain't got to pay to get lifted Going up now, they miss me White bitch still sniffing on Tiffany GLE, hell nah, not rented Took you off the map and they like, "Who did it?" Shippin' them packs and my boys gonna flip 'em He ain't shot me, I'm not that nigga Ride AMG, two Glocks, two triggers Wherever I go, bitch, you seeing my twizzy Bitch I'm gone off these Percs, I might crash me the whip All of them racks that you said that you had in your bag They blues but they counterfeit They tryna rock with the gang, tryna claim TwizzyRich They lames, so they can't fit in (Hell nah) EDD hit off a 50, we rich I can't even trust that lil' kid, he a snitch (Yeah) He know that I'm fuckin' on his little bitch Done fucked up and twenty thousand on my wrist Hop out that jet and your bitch want a pic Call up my goons and put on a hit (Put you on a hit) Forget 'bout your bitch 'cause she gon' end up missin' I'm in the stu', oh that shit my kitchen Bitch touching my diamonds, she wanna go swimming Tell that we rich by the way that we living My pockets they blues, but no I ain't Crippin' EDD hit 50 racks, we ain't miss him Say that your money long, boy, that shit midget Said that you smokin' strong, boy, that shit midget Boy, that shit midget Boy, that shit midget Ah, that shit midget