Letra de Legendary Squad - YN Jay

(Feat. ["Rio Da Yung OG","Louie Ray","GrindHard E"])

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

What up, Sav?

Ay, what you say, Jay? "Why you do that?"

Okay

Dope jumping out the pot like it got legs

I just bought Ghost a chop, he a hot head

I bought him a .223, that bitch'll stop a van

Now these niggas calling me like he popped they mans

Boom, exit wound coming out the side his head

Bro, don't call me with that dra— oh, never mind, it's red

Is it Hi-Tech or Akorn? Bro, what kind of red?

Cali fan pulled out a pint, made me sign his red

I whispered in his ear, "Where you find that at?"

Can I get one right now for like nine, ten racks?

If I pay you to fuck, is that minus the neck?

Okay, it is? Well, divide it by six

Alright, now multiply it by six

Bitch gon' do whatever I say like Simon Says

Shooting while they playing the game, now Simon's dead

Getting mouth from my pretty bitch, she got the finest head

Why you pouring up that light-ass pop? You got a line of red?

Damn, I dropped an eight of Wock'

Get to shooting at a nigga feet 'til his ankles pop

I just bought a Micro Drac' look like a baby chop

I was 11, I turned 13, because I hate the cops

My young nigga gon' keep using the gun until he break the Glock

Okay, the pussy good, but why it's garglin'?

You was just finna blow me down, how you arguin'?

I was finna pull my pants down, bitch, you started it

A nigga tried to run me down, I was targeted

Forgot what I said, I just freestyled the hardest shit

Running up the cars, [?]

You telling me that old-school I had was my hardest whip?

Okay, you fucked up, now we arguing

Mad Wock', Morton, Tris, all this purple, I'm tryna find some Act'

Rio in this bitch mad as hell tryna find a Black

If your eighthy ain't a hundred, I ain't tryna match it

Paid sixty-five for Vanilla Waferz, where you find that at?

I only want a hundred for the drank, they say I'm tryna tax

Took my fiend ID and debit card 'cause he ain't have no cash

We just smoked the whole 'bow like it's Hash Bash

Told the plug bring me a pound like a hash tax

Silence on the Glock, this bitch sound like it pass gas

When COVID-19 came around, I wore a gas mask

Last year, me and C had glass, you can ask Ash

We drink it down to the last sip, we don't half-ass

Cash walked out the Perc' house with a Glad bag

E walked out the trap house with a trash bag

I'm skipping out of Somerset with the biggest Saks bag

You got eighteen th— what? You want a half-half?

I'm counting this shit up at 8:30, we in math class

First hour, I got a gun on me, nigga, bag back

I wasn't there to see my kids born, am I a bad dad?

Let a pint of Act' come up missing, I'll kill my mama

Have my twin sisters yelling at me like, "That's still our mama"

Smoke a zip and drink a whole pint just to kill my problems

Stuffed a bitch with pills, the rubber bust, I could've used that condom

The plug can pull up quick as hell, shit, I'm still gon' rob him

I remember cutting lines of drink just to keep two ounces

If I don't sell my nigga no drank, he gon' walk out poutin'

Pharmacy gave me an eight of Act', shit, I walked out shoutin'

Bitch yelling 'bout some shit, so I yelled back louder

Talkin' to me like you crazy, must've sniffed my powder

This some real weed, bro, it's relish green

I fall out with every nigga try to sell us green

That's why he do, but then he don't wanna mail the lean

So much weight inside the car, bro ain't gotta leave

Talking 'bout he need a hoop, ain't even got a fiend

I be picking up the phone like, "What I gotta bring?"

I feel like Martin Luther King, but I ain't got no dream

You must do the dope, you ain't got no fiends

I be mad as fuck when I ain't got no lean

How the fuck you ball, but you ain't got no team?

Dirty boogers in the bezel, but the watch is clean

You must got all twenties on you, 'cause the knot was green

My nigga used to serve his daddy, said his pops a fiend

That shit fucked up, but it's life, though

Bitch asked do I know RMC? This one of Mike hoes

What's crazy 'bout it, right now, you're one of my hoes

Fifteen percent'll save you more like GEICO

Drive far as hell out of town, then I fly home

Only feed my pitbull bones, so it bite strong

Damn

You know what I'm sayin'? Like, they can't forget, you know what I'm sayin?

Like, we started all this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like, I ain't braggin', I'm just bein' honest, you know what I'm sayin'?

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