Legendary

I don't know what it is about you

Oohwee

Drip

My drippin' is legendary

My pimpin' hereditary

Nigga game so cold, bitch swear to God I was born in February

I got bitches in the office workin'

For the bosses but they not secretaries

Gangster first, pimp secondary

Send a nigga to the cemetery

Pull up to a nigga funeral wearin'

Yellow diamonds lookin' like a big canary

Big bird nigga

I got my drip from the curb nigga

I get you hit off of word nigga

Boy you can't sip no drank

Don't be bool in my circle if you ain't gon' swerve nigga

All that pussy ass shit for them bird niggas

Yeah we pimp over here but we murk niggas

These niggas fold under pressure

That bitch played you 'cause you let her

That bitch bought me a Bape sweater

I'ma get money forever

She gon' pay me if she tell her

I done moved on from Margiela

I done found shit that's way better

Drip god nigga

Ask about me, been hard nigga

I put the drip on the bar nigga

Ayy, I pull up, no feelings, my bitch is too cold, yeah

I stayed in the kitchen, now my wrist is frozen

I'm chosen, not foldin'

It ain't nothin' to get my bands up on my own then, yeah

I pull up, no ceilings, my whip is too cold, ayy

I stayed in the kitchen, now my wrist is frozen

I'm chosen, not foldin', ayy

Don't contest, I don't condone it, yeah

Woke up this morning, I'm truly blessed

'Cause last night, I was truly stressed

I'm on FaceTime with a poodle rat

That's a fine bitch who like talkin' smack

Six figures, not a record sold

Niggas be hatin', I'm on the road

I'm the topic of they whole house

Ain't never been in they household

See I don't know the problem, they hate that I'm poppin'

They really ain't me, they got beef with they self

Talkin' 'bout killin' me, I know they feelin' me

Give 'em some time, they gon' kill off they self

You know that .40 is still on my belt

You know that shorty is still in my face

I had to go get without any help

So why would you dare get a slice of my cake?

Wait, that's fake on your part

Keep it real, don't start

Wait, we both got twenty-four hours

You keep wakin' up late

Too much of that real to have fake in my heart

Fuck with my niggas, they playin' they part

You ain't know why that bitch stay in a

Stay in a, stay in a, stay in a, stay in a car

Hop out with the mop stick

Clip longer than a dreadlock

Hit a dread head with this mop stick

Watch every dread in his head drop

A lot of niggas ain't gettin' bread

So they bread watchin', that's a bird watch

New toes, what I do bro?

Set her on a corner like a curb stop

She gon' run that check the fuck up

I get the check, never fuck up

She bad and bougie and stuck up

I'm just remindin' you suckers

My chain on my chest, niggas better be still

Workin' on me, tryna better me still

My niggas is shinin', you hate that we grindin'

You hate on my dogs, you Cruella de Vil, nigga

I pull up, no feelings, my bitch is too cold, yeah

I stayed in the kitchen, now my wrist is frozen

I'm chosen, not foldin'

It ain't nothin' to get my bands up on my own then, yeah

I pull up, no ceilings, my whip is too cold, ayy

I stayed in the kitchen, now my wrist is frozen

I'm chosen, not foldin', ayy

Don't contest, I don't condone it, yeah