[Intro: Yeat]
(Benjicold, why you icy?)
Let's go
[Verse: Yeat]
Bitch, I'm gone off these Percs (Woah), I might crash me the whip (Woo)
All of them racks that you said that you had in your bag, could tell that they all counterfeit (Fake)
They tryna rock with the gang, they tryna rock with the realest, they lame, so they can't get in (Nah)
EDD hit, yeah, for fifty, we rich (Let's go) (Rich)
I can't even trust that lil' kid, he a snitch (Yeah, let's go) (Snitch)
Look at these hunnids, they new, they so crispy (Crispy), yeah
Bitch eatin' dick like a snack, Rice Krispie, yеah (Mmm)
She tryna hit me back, say that she miss mе (What?), yeah (Gone)
All of these opiates fucked up my kidneys (Dead), yeah (Percs)
Can't go back broke to the bottom, I kill things (No)
All that shit cap, can you just keep it real please?
[Verse 2: SeptembersRich]
Rich for these hoes, for the gang, they all strippers (Let's go)
They see all these diamonds and they get to trippin'
EDD hit fifty racks, we ain't missin'
Hellcat, we do donuts 'til we end up flippin'
(Okay, let's go)
Forget 'bout your bitch 'cause she gon' end up missin'
I'm in the stu', I call that shit my kitchen
Bitch touched all my diamonds, she wanna go swimmin'
My pockets they blues, bitch, I know I ain't Crippin' (Aight, aight)
You can tell that we rich by the way that we livin' (Aight)
And you say that your money long, boy, that shit midget
We pull up, kill everybody, ain't a witness
[Open Verse]
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