Legends

[Coupe Cujo]
Yeah
[?] with a bunch of shooters, bitch
We got big macs with the cooling kits
I'm at 5th Sak's with my newest bitch
She got big bags full of bougie shit
I'ma slide like a stolen credit card
They find your body hid in a dirty reservoir
Robbed a bank grabbed the bag with the blue dye pack, open that
Now I look like Avatar
I don't need no helping hand, pushing buttons in the Benz, limo tint 5%
You ain't getting in, wasn't around when I was shooting in the gym
Horseshoe on my brim, thankful that my lil brother gets to see the streets again
Grown words I'm on your front porch with this torch, dressed like the pizza man
Another body found at [?] Beach again
Blood burgundy your Timbs, burgundy your Timbs[?]

I hang with a bunch of gangstas bitch
Be too bloody, you gon need more than a handkerchief
I wanted to be rich before I raised a kid
I pray they never have to go through crazy shit
When they grow up they gon hear bout what they daddy did
Thumbing through them blue bills til my fingers got calluses
A vintage home with mahogany stained cabinets, the baddest bitch that swear that God Coupe Coupe-dro got the magic stick
Day 27 with 22 in it, you already know what I'm about to do with it
Fool with it, hope a stray bullet kill a stool pigeon, my girl do business real beautician
I'm a [?] driving Italiano, pop you then I skirt off like it's GT-Auto
Mano y mano, who gon smoke?
Bullets rip your shirt and jeans look like Kanye clothes, Cujo!