LEGENDARY TRIO lyrics

[Intro: KEZURA]
Look, Yeah, Aye (Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Yuh, VVD)

[Verse 1: KEZURA]
Slide in, two-tone Glock came automatic (Omar,[?])
Bro and 'nem finna blitz his ass, they seen this sh*t since Madden (Nope)
Waving the f*cking stick around, this sh*t like evil voodoo magic (Bang, Bang, Haha)
b*tch I said if [?] lil' b*tch I'm [?]
Bet that burner on my side can get through TSA, got baggage (Yeah)
b*tch I'm outside with my soldiers, might get close to you in traffic
Akimbo Kel-Tecca online, that mean we sliding, let 'em have it

[Verse 2: LIME KING]
LIME KING, Shuh
I get racks, I get bands, I get currencies
Missionary how I'm f*cking everybody under me
Switch positions only time I've ever turned the other cheek
Shuh, I don't talk sh*t
But better know my gun will speak
f*ck, they stand correct when I'm present
My money blue, need antidepressant
She getting sack, I ain't giving her present
b*tch I'm a king, I don't f*ck with a peasant
I'm not handing out favors
b*tch treats me like I'm born in a manger
All of these rings on my fist
sh*t got me posing like Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
[Verse 3: KEZURA, LIME KING, & Jeesh]
Boy yo' sh*t is garbage
Me and LIME like Chief and Arbiter
Me and KEZ be going through too much green, we act like harvesters
I can tell he soft cuz his b*tch just kept saying "harder" (Ugh)
Guess I got good di*k, b*tch be coming back like karma
See my money, that's a large amount, we dun stomped him out
Thought the news filming a car chase, how we gon' bring the choppers out
Known that boy for years, ain't hit my phone, he tryna call me now
I answer just to say I'm up then hang up, b*tch we don't f*ck around (Jeesh gon' kill 'em b*tch)

[Verse 4: Jeesh]
Yuh, I can never be a folder (What)
Even in my underpants, I'm standing attention, like a soldier (oh yuh)
Bad b*tch do coke but I was never into soda (Nah)
Told the hoe to hit the road, I'm not gon' do no pus*y over
Ain't finna make it stretch, I let the money instead
Say you coming up like us, ain't nothing funnier said
I bet the jit'll buy his sh*t, but he still c*m in the bed (Lil' b*tch)
He just a f*cking child, somebody put that buddy to bed
Rain man when it come to the bread (Drop)
Spazzed out like I'm dumb in the head (Drop)
Talking like he in love with the feds (Drop)
It wasn't [?] when yo' b*tch got lead (Drop)
I'm putting folks on blast for real (Oh yuh)
Make a hoe b*tch crash for real (Oh yuh)
Imma take her ass for real (Come on)
Watch yo' shawty back for real (Let's go)
[Outro]
(VVD)
(Omar)