Street Legend

Lyrics

[Intro: AK Bandamont] AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: AK Bandamont] Ayy, I need a stretcher I'll pop a nigga, get locked up, and write his ass a letter If he got lucky, he didn't, I hope his family better Fucked 'round, spilled codeine on my stick, but made it spray better He got out and moved to the East, you know he stay western My nigga grabbed a zip of that girly, he surely gon' stretch it Stupid nigga fuck 'round with my opp, now he live in heaven I'm ignorant, this bitch called me broke without a brick of cheddar I need a stimulant in my gums bad, I need myself a tester When I'm cooking up in that kitchen, I can't wear a beater Couldn't afford to lose my first mix, bitch, I'm undefeated Stomped this nigga ribs in high school, that was under the bleacher Shot a nigga ten-four ten times, you know I beat him Sold this one nigga ten-four one time, he looked like Jesus Fuck nigga, I don't wanna hit your loud if it look leafy Bitch, I punch at Wal', my dog specialize at cracking Visa Bitch, I made a play today Ran through a half pound and somethin' extra, that's a band today Bitch, you was asking for rides dangling, where's your mans today? I passed out good testers, my fiend done brang around his mans today Hit this shit with—, I can't say a word, but what they hit was straight Made five hundred on a ten-to-four, but a killing off of Section 8 Move crazy, when I start passing testers out, need dinner plates They hit my dog with time and he ain't even half the age of thirty-eight Pint looked good as hell, but I finessed lil' dog out thirty-eight I bet I'm somewhere getting off while your stomach ache I hit my nigga cell for the realest, he got the dumbest drank Hittin' them extra juggs on the side, that's how you stuff the safe The bullets zip your brain up like when you wearin' Bape Some villains runnin' 'round this bitch, you better not wear a cape I don't give no fuck 'bout where you from, 'cause where I'm from, we apes Say dog made a killing where he from, where I'm from, he can't Bitch, I'm a trap sergeant You don't do half the shit you say, boy, you a cap artist Got [?] who tried to offer less, boy, that's a bad bargain I got a checklist I gotta handle, I got mad targets I don't do no capping, boy, I'll bust you with my hat backwards You tried to beg and beg for your life, but you a bad actor I'm really in these streets, I did weed, then sold crack after I'm finna bust a load down, I need a batch after I'm finna bust a nigga in public, I'm gon' Mad Max him Don't ask about me around in your hood, bitch, I bring static [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Sixty pints down in a month, bitch, that's thirty eights Speed reloader, drop a hundred shots out a .38 Might go to hell 'cause I just sent a nigga through the pearly gates Walked in at twelve, I shot before the bell, he died early late Hope that make sense to you I'm in the party dancing with my stick, but it got different moves Walked right in, they couldn't see the Glock, this bitch invisible You learned from who? Your teacher work for me, bitch, I'm the principal It's me and Bandamont Not including the lean, just on pops, I spend a band a month I put a zip of ether in the leaf, it's a band a blunt Just eyeballed a zip of cocaine, buy a scale for what? I sold dog some strong glue, but it smell like Runtz Lil Baby, four pockets on me full, you can tell I'm up Just punched these jeans hard as fuck, now they swellin' up My spot slap, your shit move slow, you make a sale a month I need an antidepressant Pop a Xan', call my ex-girlfriend, tell her we together Flip the pros, buy a bunch of dope, can't sell weed forever I'm booked up for six months, can't even read the schedule Just smoked a bunch of kush, bro, I don't eat edibles Drunk a lot of lean and pop today, I'ma pee forever Bro, go find a new route, you had ten G's forever Hustlin 'til the sun come up, do I sleep? Never I be talking 'bout some shit you might not understand Sloppy roll of twenties on me, I need a rubber band I'm petty, I just took a point-four of lack and cut a gram Just bought a Scat and got some head from another fan Like a fat ho stomach, that's when she suck me in My nigga found a plug, but we fell out 'cause he ain't cut me in I got a bold debit card, forgot the fuckin' PIN I'ma be a hundred up, I find another BIN Ain't nobody I know died, but I just bought a casket That's a glass pint of red, I don't fuck with plastic I can't really hit the glass, but I can cut the plastic Leave it sealed, hit it with a needle, then the Karo added I just taught you somethin', bro, I hope you listen Bitch, you better suck it 'til tomorrow, I bought you somethin' expensive Stopped hittin' this bitch to make a sale, brief intermission My mama want me off the drank, we had an intervention My engineer mix songs, but I'm a different mixer She say her last nigga a bum, well, I'm a different nigga I'll pull up with a cannon, get you and your nigga Oh, I missed a nigga? Double back and take a different picture