E For Edicate Lyrics

I'm so high right now that I can barely focus

They ain't let me in the door, it was already open Don't fuck with too many niggas, most y'all

Cases open

Ain't tryna fuck, but I'm gon' send her to

the crib, soakin

I got shit

They want it to hear, but when I drop a tape

I don't promote it, yeah

But they still check for me, yeah

Bitch, I ain't tryna talk unless you got a check for me, yeah

I think that pack just touched down,

I gotta check and see

Just made a play at chic-a-sea if they ask,

I got my receipt

Heard I was gettin' money, them hoes wanna get Next to me

I need to bougie bitch, so better come correct

My lil' nigga only shoot, don't even dribble when He step

If he a shooter, call him Steph

How he gon' slide out with that mob stick

And he still gon' leave a mess

Played my song in the club, she didn't know

The words, but she impressed

Hey, you know I'm up next, really now

Already wear the crown, she gon' be upset if I pull Up and I don't wipe her down

And I knew that was his bitch, that's why she Crackin' smiles

She fuckin' with me cause she like my style

Nigga, this that well-invested shit

And I'm the president, and I was that nigga since Back then and in the present tense

We been eatin' good, so I been workin' on my Etiquette

If it ain't bout no bread, then I ain't sweatin' it

And even then, I'll get it back again

Most my niggas gone, some lost in the wind

Or in the pen, don't go out bad, chasin' the bag

I know she live a life of sin, anything for the Money, she just tryna win

Don't call my phone when you alone, bitch, call Your friend

Cause I want both for y'all, long nights, I been Workin' hard

My days been gettin' shorter, movin' reckless

Probably ridin' with that shit from across the Border

It's time to work, can't be relaxin',

Said ima quit a thousand times, so why the fuck I Keep relaxin'

Ain't got a clue, if it hit you, don't know what Happened

Walk through the front, they show me love

And when I leave, I need the backend

We really put our people on, you niggas cappin

You know I rep that like it's my shit, rock a show Out like a mosh pit

Ain't even drop shit, and we still a trendin' topic

Big bank roll, can't fit it in the wallet

Throw the bitch a stack of ones, yeah

Sanity too fye, you too fire for this one

Gon' be a homicide, they shot so many times, they Gotta switch guns……