CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Too Legendary
(Enrgy made this one)
What up, Enrgy? N***a, it's Rio Da Yung OG
Boyz in this b*t*h,?n***a,?this sh*t too?legendary, yeah
Hit a n***a with the?K, turn him to a ghost
Hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast
Burn a pu**y with the heat, turn his head to roast
Hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk
Yeah, I'll fry a n***a
How much a human being cost? I'm tryna buy a n***a
Told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a Swisher
I drink red, you'll never catch me buying liquor
Nope, unless it's for the hoes
I don't really like to rap unless it's for the pros
I need another pint of drank, I think I'm runnin' low
Shoot a n***a twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole
Stupid, that's a belly b***on
I'm 'bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin'
Why you sittin' in the spot if you ain't sellin' nothin'?
Keepin' tabs on every play I make, I think you tellin' somethin'
Uh, I don't f**k with rats
I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don't f**kin' cap
Talkin' big sh*t over these beats, I don't mumble rap
Thug life, b*t*h, I'm Pac without the stomach tats
B*t*h, I'm 2Pac without the nose ring
I get excited every time my flip phone ring
How much you got? Man, you worryin' 'bout the wrong thing
You need to worry 'bout where your b*t*h goin' when the ho leave
My b*t*h told me to grow up, I'd rather grow weed
I ran through a football field and ain't find no seeds
Lookin' for the opps, like I'm an ahk, I can't find no beef
You think you shootin' up this house, boy, this the wrong street
I used to f**k with, but I can't no more
I'll beat sh*t down your leg, bro, I ain't no ho
I been stressin' long enough, I can't take no more
Out of town with a zip of ****, bro, this ain't no blow
They think they finna catch me slippin', but I ain't gon' go
I'm in Flint, from a hood where you ain't gon' go
I love my city, police got behind me and I 810
Use some tape, hit it with the press, it ain't shake no more
B*t*h, I'm a survivalist
My granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script
BM b*t*hin' got me out of breath, man, I'm tired of sh*t
Hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet sh*t
Told the plug I need a B and bring a knife with it
I'm finna cut this white b*t*h like Michael Myers did
Boy, it don't matter if you strapped, you can die with it
Ceramic pan on the gla** stove, I'm finna fry a brick
What up, Enrgy? N***a, it's Rio Da Yung OG
Boyz in this b*t*h,?n***a,?this sh*t too?legendary, yeah
Hit a n***a with the?K, turn him to a ghost
Hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast
Burn a pu**y with the heat, turn his head to roast
Hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk
Yeah, I'll fry a n***a
How much a human being cost? I'm tryna buy a n***a
Told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a Swisher
I drink red, you'll never catch me buying liquor
Nope, unless it's for the hoes
I don't really like to rap unless it's for the pros
I need another pint of drank, I think I'm runnin' low
Shoot a n***a twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole
Stupid, that's a belly b***on
I'm 'bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin'
Why you sittin' in the spot if you ain't sellin' nothin'?
Keepin' tabs on every play I make, I think you tellin' somethin'
Uh, I don't f**k with rats
I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don't f**kin' cap
Talkin' big sh*t over these beats, I don't mumble rap
Thug life, b*t*h, I'm Pac without the stomach tats
B*t*h, I'm 2Pac without the nose ring
I get excited every time my flip phone ring
How much you got? Man, you worryin' 'bout the wrong thing
You need to worry 'bout where your b*t*h goin' when the ho leave
My b*t*h told me to grow up, I'd rather grow weed
I ran through a football field and ain't find no seeds
Lookin' for the opps, like I'm an ahk, I can't find no beef
You think you shootin' up this house, boy, this the wrong street
I used to f**k with, but I can't no more
I'll beat sh*t down your leg, bro, I ain't no ho
I been stressin' long enough, I can't take no more
Out of town with a zip of ****, bro, this ain't no blow
They think they finna catch me slippin', but I ain't gon' go
I'm in Flint, from a hood where you ain't gon' go
I love my city, police got behind me and I 810
Use some tape, hit it with the press, it ain't shake no more
B*t*h, I'm a survivalist
My granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script
BM b*t*hin' got me out of breath, man, I'm tired of sh*t
Hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet sh*t
Told the plug I need a B and bring a knife with it
I'm finna cut this white b*t*h like Michael Myers did
Boy, it don't matter if you strapped, you can die with it
Ceramic pan on the gla** stove, I'm finna fry a brick
