Legendury Beatz
Eyes all red, I´m still alright
Kush from kway, take me sky high
You ain´t been high before
You ain´t been high before

Dem boy there inform
Getting these racks in bulk
Don´t you disturb
Getting these racks in bulk

See I get it my way
So nobody cannot come in my lane
So many guys wanna take my place
Pay no mind I could never be fazed
Now you could never catch me smoking lemon haze
Turn up all night cah we grinding all-day
Messing wit da money, yeah someone´s gotta pay
You can never be gang, lil´ nigga you´s a lame

I don´t know him, he ain´t part of the gang
Messing with the money then your messing with the plan
I hope that you know that´s a no, no, uh

Somethin´ gotta go, go
I don´t know her but she suckin´ up the gang, uh
She love the money, loving up the man
Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt
Just went tape with nine of my G´s
Now we in the members with nine lightees
So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah
Spent your budget on LV
Dark shades you can´t read my next move, nah
I can read your eyes, you are an intruder

[Potter Payper]
Wait for me, I shot the informer
Free smoke, man ah casual smoker
Wild west ting, got it in my holster
Amiri´s side, drop it with my body warmer

Boogeyman, bro been a body snatcher
Not Maggie Simpson or Maggie Thatcher
Colt .45 have you veggie pasta (Uh)
Pull in the Casper smellin´ ganja
Big drip on me like Tommy pastor
Free money, still the man, trust, still a gangsta
She got skin like Amber, caramel gold
When she back it up on me, it never gets old (Never)
You ain´t gotta´ choose what you chose
Still smooth with the bros
I got food for your nose
I ain´t losin´ it, no
´Cause I lost it already and I´m immune to the roads
Haha

I don´t know him, he ain´t part of the gang

Messing with the money then your messing with the plan
I hope that you know that´s a no, no, uh
Somethin´ gotta go, go
I don´t know her but she suckin´ up the gang, uh
She love the money, loving up the man
Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt
Just went tape with nine of my G´s
Now we in the members with nine lightees
So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah
Spent your budget on LV
Dark shades you can´t read my next move, nah
I can read your eyes, you are an intruder

No ID, the squad still party
And no you can´t see me, I´m in VIP

Not your average boy, band uh truss me
Had the contraband, hidden in my jeans
Ratchet parked, pack split
With my brudda cash in half, plastic
Niggas I don´t fuck with, nah
Wrapped in clean, the way the tunes come hard
On God

They talk my name online, they don´t like me
Blessings on blessings, is all I see
So I give thanks to the Almighty
On God, hold on
See last time I was at the club
Ten Dom Perignon to this table
Girl you don´t bring nothing else all time
So you better be grateful

I don´t know him, he ain´t part of the gang

Messing with the money then your messing with the plan
I hope that you know that´s a no, no, uh
Somethin´ gotta go, go
I don´t know her but she suckin´ up the gang, uh
She love the money, loving up the man
Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze

On a weekday we still get turnt
Just went tape with nine of my G´s
Now we in the members with nine lightees
So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah
Spent your budget on LV
Dark shades you can´t read my next move, nah
I can read your eyes, you are an intruder