SeptembersRich - EDD Hit 50 lyrics

(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 miss him
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, yeah, 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