[Intro]
(BenjiCold, why you icy?)
[Chorus]
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 fifty, we rich (We rich) (Yeah)
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, put 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', I call that shit my kitchen
Bitch touchin' my diamonds, she wanna go swimmin'
Tell that we rich by the way that we livin'
My pockets they blue, but no I ain't Crippin'
EDD hit fifty racks, we ain't miss him
Say that your money long, boy, that shit midget
Said that you smokin' strong, boy, that shit midget
[Verse]
Said that your bitch bad, that bitch midget (Bad, that bitch midget)
Poppin' these Percs' and this shit got me itchin'
This bitch want a bag, I'm 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 they takin' your fitted
TwizzyRich shooters completin' the mission
Woke up with a bag on your head now ya' parents screamin' that you're missin' (Ahh) (Missin')
On Rodeo, ten bands and I ain't got security with me (Nah)
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 it lifted
Goin' up, now they miss me
White bitch still sniffin' on tiffany
GLE, hell nah, not rented (Hell nah)
Took you off the map and they like, "Who did it?"
Shippin' them packs and my boys gonna flip 'em
He ain't try me, yeah, I'm not that nigga
Ride AMG, two Glocks, two triggers
Wherever I go, bitch, you seein' my twizzy
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm gone off these Percs', I might crash me the whip (Yeah)
All of them racks that you said that you had in your bag, they blues but they counterfeit (Yeah)
They tryna rock with the gang, tryna claim TwizzyRich, they lames, so they can't fit in (Yeah) (Hell nah)
EDD hit off a fifty, we rich (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, put 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', I call that shit my kitchen
Bitch touchin' my diamonds, she wanna go swimmin'
Tell that we rich by the way that we livin'
My pockets they blue, but no I ain't Crippin'
EDD hit fifty racks, we ain't miss him
Say that your money long, boy, that shit midget
Said that you smokin' strong, boy, that shit midget
[Outro]
(Boy, that shit midget)
(Boy, that shit midget)
(Ah, that shit midget)
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