2 Legit lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, go, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah
(420 Tiesto)
Ayy, bum-ba-dum-bum-bum, ayy
Ayy
(Well, that's real good to hear, kid)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, b*tch, I'm back in beast mode
All black with the pea coat
Nah, these ain't them dust heads, but I got me some McQueens on
I need a bad b*tch and a shoulder I can lean on
I'ma get mad when I find out that my lean gone
I'm so lil' Seven with this Ingle' lingo
Hit three b*tches in a row, call me bingo
I'm so paid in full, Money Mitch, not no Rico
You want that old Rucci, well, sh*t, here he go

[Chorus]
Ayy, I could f*ck your b*tch right now if I want to
Slide through your sh*t with that— shh, what you gon' do?
Bust down, bling, blaow, b*tch, that's my whole crew
n*gga, you can't hang with the gang if we don't know you

[Verse 2]
I knew I was gon' be rich, b*tch, I told you
You ain't stayed down, b*tch, that's on you
Cop a whip, post it on the 'Gram just to show you
That I'm f*ckin' over you, like, really f*ckin' over you
You see my name on billboard, b*tch, yeah, that's him
Big black truck, me, Don Don, and Joe Bean
We be outside lookin' for smoke like a dope fiend
Cocaine mink, let me show you what I mean
Keep my name out your mouth if you ain't suckin' on this di*k
You ain't know what you know now, b*tch, I been running sh*t
And I'm sick with a hammer, b*tch, I'm too legit to quit
Ayy, hit 'em with that— ah-ah, hit 'em with that sh*t
[Chorus]
I could f*ck on your b*tch right now if I want to
Slide through your sh*t with that— shh, what you gon' do?
Bust down, bling, blaow, b*tch, that's my whole crew
n*gga, you can't hang with the gang if we don't know you