Legit
We Billy Moynaz
Bit, I been at the bottom now all this shit is legit
Please don't fuck me up, let me concentrate on my shit
I was in the trenches, these bitches thought they was slick
I can see em setting these niggas up like a pit
I'm gone, murder shit, I'm on with the clip
I'm flown, took a trip to Rome
Ain't no way around it when I'm lit, I'm on
I'ma have to kill a nigga when I lift the chrome
I been working hard to get from jet to grown
Niggas seated out and skated off the rip
I'm gone, after school was kicking with the flip
I'm home, let the bitch and she gon' hit it
Because the dick is long, bitch
Step, step, step, stackin' paper, cannot quit
Keep a cannon, that hit, no nick, real mamaa
G ah freak out the bitch, diamonds too cold
Feel like I got the tundra on my neck
Split the blunt with my thumb tips, then I feel that bitch with za
Some chunky on my hip, prepared for the dumb shit
Them drumsticks run shit, came up off junkies
Nobody was there to feed me when I was hungry
Wrapped the dough up like a mermaid and put it in the trunk
The real ones know I said that, just to throw em off
They want the drip, they love the sauce
I pull up like I did a hit, diamonds flashing in this bitch
I work hard for this, had to starve for this
Diamonds off white, disco dancing on my wrist
You dancing in the building, I dance on the blueprint
Kick you in your ass, shoe print
She too thick, see pussy print
Bit, I been at the bottom now all this shit is legit
Please don't fuck me up, let me concentrate on my shit
I was in the trenches, these bitches thought they was slick
I can see em setting these niggas up like a pit
I'm gone, murder shit, I'm on with the clip
I'm flown, took a trip to Rome
Ain't no way around it when I'm lit, I'm on
I'ma have to kill a nigga when I lift the chrome
I been working hard to get from jet to grown
Niggas seated out and skated off the rip
I'm gone, after school was kicking with the flip
I'm home, let the bitch and she gon' hit it
Because the dick is long, bitch
Step, step, step, stackin' paper, cannot quit
Keep a cannon, that hit, no nick, real mamaa
G ah freak out the bitch, diamonds too cold
Feel like I got the tundra on my neck
Split the blunt with my thumb tips, then I feel that bitch with za
Some chunky on my hip, prepared for the dumb shit
Them drumsticks run shit, came up off junkies
Nobody was there to feed me when I was hungry
Wrapped the dough up like a mermaid and put it in the trunk
The real ones know I said that, just to throw em off
They want the drip, they love the sauce
I pull up like I did a hit, diamonds flashing in this bitch
I work hard for this, had to starve for this
Diamonds off white, disco dancing on my wrist
You dancing in the building, I dance on the blueprint
Kick you in your ass, shoe print
She too thick, see pussy print
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Writer(s): King Kali, Joseph Jones
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