Street Legend Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
It go one for the money ughhhhhh
Drum in a Tommy gun
Bust it out the plastic in one week I made a hunny bun
He a hustler he a trapper He a savage but he one of one
Tell lil shawty bust it back and make it clap
Bitch don't be running from me
I hear the track and kill the beat and I'm gone keep stepping
They probably wanna murder me cause I'm a street legend
Aint got time to be petty I been running up that fetty
Foot up on they neck just like they got a feet fetish
Burning gas up in my whip and I can't even breath in it
Get low in that c8 it's hard to do the speed limit
Lil Luwhop to authentic like Kat Williams keep it pimping
That pussy I'm deep in it tell her I'm sleep in it
Hold up bitch now we winning forgot how to loose
Pass the sky don't got a limit money powder blue
One deep burning exotic fuck the club I need my solitude
And fuck the ref that's why they call me TEC I don't play by the rules
Trap house like the Waffle House its always up with me
Grab me a box of sandwich bags and double cup from the store up the street
Yo nigga not a boss tell em knock it off come where the structure be
Slimly ass hoe will cross her potna out just to fuck with me
It go one for the money ughhhhhh
Drum in a Tommy gun
Bust it out the plastic in one week I made a hunny bun
He a hustler he a trapper He a savage but he one of one
Tell lil shawty bust it back and make it clap
Bitch don't be running from me
I hear the track and kill the beat and I'm gone keep stepping
They probably wanna murder me cause I'm a street legend
Aint got time to be petty I been running up that fetty
Foot up on they neck just like they got a feet fetish
I up a hundred if they make me mad
On I-10 with that pack I pray I make it back
Aint it ironic went from serving rock to breaking glass
Now I make my pap from rap
Glock with no safety put holes in face like Jason make em take a nap
Fairy tale rappers they don't live it they just characters
Luwhop good he good he go thru any trenches in America
Sell it whole run it up faster break it down make it add up
In traffic jugging bad foot on the gas hand on my ladder
It go one for the money ughhhhhh
Drum in a Tommy gun
Bust it out the plastic in one week I made a hunny bun
He a hustler he a trapper He a savage but he one of one
Tell lil shawty bust it back and make it clap
Bitch don't be running from me
I hear the track and kill the beat and I'm gone keep stepping
They probably wanna murder me cause I'm a street legend
Aint got time to be petty I been running up that fetty
Foot up on they neck just like they got a feet fetish
