Edd Flow

What's cracking bitch? Yo' I'm coming for yo neck
And bitch I'm steady with my hand, so please don't gamble with this deck
You dusty ass- dirty ass- dingy ass bitch
I'm glad you cleared the college, finish halitosis next
Whoever wants the fade, step up I brought the blade
Ain't no rules to street fighting, I'll spray you with fucking raid
I'll make a pretty bitch match with her edges, I'll leave her laid
Stimmy hit my bank account, yea yea we getting paid
I don't give a fuck, fuck your motherfucking bloodline
And since I got the Midas touch, I'm a take the goldline
All the way to the top, because I been done claimed that spot
And yea hell yea I tatted Nipsey, to remember that it's go time
Bitches say I'm phony, tell my momma pray for me
They know I got a temper, so they test me faithfully
Potential to be the goat, that's what they telling me
I'm rolling with The Scholars, they just making baby Kobe

These hands are free, we don't do no tax
We can box one on one, and you still get packed
Throw a stack on that ass, and I pick up the cash
How the fuck you got a Honda? And you still ain't got no gas
Popped a band on me, thank the EDD
Louis V's on my feet, but they from the swap meet
I should go and get a job, hell nah I'm bout to rob
You moving kinda fast, Tiger Woods you bout' to crash

I can't stand a scary bitch, you know why?
Cuz bitches run they mouth wherever they post, then run wide
If a lame inside my way I'll tone them down like I'm T-Pain
If a bitch inside my face, I'll mow her down like I'm Jose
You bitches wanna try me, I wouldn't do it
Why? Cuz I've been through it
I've been using daggers that the used to stab me to make suey
I've been thinking bout them times I should've caught them silver bullets
Cuz I caught it, I clipped it
I aimed it, but I missed it
And I'm really fucking mad I didn't pop you in that kitchen
If ya momma wanna press me, tell that bitch I stay silky
So knuck, knuck, knuck if you buck lil' buck
You run ya mouth but you never back it up
I'm Phoenixx Rose bitch, so know you know and I'm flaming up like propane
Remember I mentioned Kobe? Now I'm taking over, the game
They say I'm crazy, but they calling me Ms. Shady
Cuz I'm dope, no sack
And I don't do packs
Method Man when I rap
Methadone on the track
Two Phones, no trap
Need a band for the stack
I don't need a gat, but I will buss back
Will buss back and I will say that

These hands are free, we don't do no tax
We can box one on one, and you still get packed
Throw a stack on that ass, and I pick up the cash
How the fuck you got a Honda? And you still ain't got no gas
Popped a band on me, thank the EDD
Louis V's on my feet, but they from the swap meet
I should go and get a job, hell nah I'm bout to rob
You moving kinda fast, Tiger Woods you bout' to crash



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