Legendary / Lane Changing

Free Ri', what brodie did
That shit was legendary
Poured an eight in January
I was sleep 'til February
Pretty bitch, she look too nice
but the head was scary
Three-five after three-five like
It's necessary
Huh, you a rookie, this the last level
Going two hundred
I'm in here standing on the gas pedal
Seven thousand on the verse and
I'll make the track special
(No cap, no cap)
This a Lamborghini Urus, fuck that 'RT
Riding 'round with that big load
I need a RV
Finna charge up like Bardock, I'm off a RP
You ain't got no pape', boy
You shouldn't start beef
Go and check his heartbeat (Shit)
So much papеr in these Ksubi jeans
You'd think I printеd it (Fuck)
Why he tryna have a money
Fight? This shit unlimited (Brr)
Full court shot, I'm hitting it
The range limitless
Would've thought that unky cooking
Sugar with the cinnamon (Whew, whew)
Good goose coat, check the feathers
You ain't fly as me
Turtle Pie, unreleased strain
You ain't high as me (Whew)
You be in the jungle hiding out
I'm where lions be
Turn him to a Call of Duty
Crawler if he tryna flee (Fuck)
Online, everything I see
That shit kinda free (Shit)
Spent your whole lil' life savings
On this diamond link (Damn)
SBDSM, we the shit, ain't no I in team
(yeah) spent so much on these damn kicks
Think I'm buying feet (Whew)

Huh, ShittyBoyz

Part I I: "Lane Changing"

Four of Quagen finna quench my thirst
Chop futuristic
We'll knock him out the metaverse
Unky finna make the dog fight
He gotta pet it first
Called him Mordecai 'cause everything
He doing regular off a three-five of SpaceX
I done left the Earth
Caught him at the red light like
"Show me how that pedal work"
Mr go Two Hundred
I done fucked around and wrecked the 'vert
Keep the gadget on my waist like a Spy Kid
All I see is money trees
When I shut my eyelids (Whew)
On the dark web, finna place a high bid
Brodie future bright, pull up on him
Now the light dim (Pow, pow)
Finna turn the party up, I got the pipe in
(yeah) two hands with the
(Shit) , this bitch trifling
Talking 'bout punching
Then you ain't got the right BIN
I can unloosen the knot, you ain't tied in
(Nah)
Put a band on his head like he Mike Bibby
(Shit) or twenty-five hundred, shit
That's only five giffies
Why they Tron fans now?
They didn't like Jimmy (At all)
Akhi finna pick you off
You pick a fight with me
I can't send a bitch down the
Way if she drive iffy
Going everywhere, flight-catching, bitch
I'm globetrotting (Whew)
Thirty-three percent THC, this shit so toxic
(Whew) you in the mall, empty pockets
Can't do no shopping (Whew)
Pretty lil' bitch, hair done
And her toes polished (Whew)
You need to give the game up
You like Joe Johnson (Whew)
Cous' in the kitchen 'til the solar
And the coke lock it (Whew)
I'm sick, wave riders out here boat-hopping
(Whew)
Ten songs a day, shit, I'm robotic (Whew)

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