Legal Bread (OG)

[Hook: Crisis]
Ayy, clutchin' a choppa, bitch, I beat the case
I put ten thousand, yeah, right in yo' face
I whip the trackhawk, it's not a race
Kill about five opps, that shit a ace
I feel like Pluto, hop in that two door
Push on the engine, I might start a race
Widebody too fast, countin' this blue cash
Keep to myself, but they still gonna hate
I'm smoking zaza, straight to the mata
I get so high, no it ain't no debate
Run from the coppas, boy, I got mob ties
Just got a check and I'm feelin' so great
Might blow a bag, get it back
I push the hellcat like it's a track
When I go to fuck, she go arch that back
Smokin' that opp, roll it right to a pack

[Bridge: Crisis]
Ayy, you know I'm countin' these blues up
Countin' so much, yeah, my pockets too heavy
Do yo bitch know you a loser
We was gon' slide, but they ain't even ready
I'm up in a cruiser
With them pipes out poppin', yeah, just like confetti
They want a feature, I give them the price
And we get to shootin', yeah, just like some dice
Yeah, we ridin' around with them pipes out
Choppa' on me and this shit real precise
Woah, the hellcat got a widebody
Yeah, bitches all on my body

[Verse 1: Kaimilli]
Yeah, she gon' look back when she walk by me
Yeah, I got a thick bitch with a good body
Yeah, you want my head, come find me
Yeah, bet these hollow tips rip through your body
Yeah, I don't really smoke
But I got good shit for the low
For the last time, I don't want your hoe
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' throat
I'ma aim at your shit with the pole
No, I ain't miss, I just hit your bro

[Bridge: Kaimilli]
If my brother said that, he'd be slidin
You know that we slidin
You know that I'm right there beside him
I get the hoes wet like Dasani
You come to my waters, that's where I'ma motherfuckin' smite him
He want the smoke, I invite him, If it go far, I might fuck around and light him
Crazy bitch, fresh out the asylum
Try to play me like I was a vinyl

[Hook: Crisis]
Ayy, clutchin' a choppa, bitch, I beat the case
I put ten thousand, yeah, right in yo' face
I whip the trackhawk, it's not a race
Kill about five opps, that shit a ace
I feel like Pluto, hop in that two door
Push on the engine, I might start a race
Widebody too fast, countin' this blue cash
Keep to myself, but they still gonna hate
I'm smoking zaza, straight to the mata
I get so high, no it ain't no debate
Run from the coppas, boy, I got mob ties
Just got a check and I'm feelin' so great
Might blow a bag, get it back
I push the hellcat like it's a track
When I go to fuck, she go arch that back
Smokin' that opp, roll it right to a pack

[Outro: Crisis]
Ayy, you know I'm countin' these blues up
Countin' so much, yeah, my pockets too heavy
Do yo bitch know you a loser
We was gon' slide, but they ain't even ready
I'm up in a cruiser
With them pipes out poppin', yeah, just like confetti