Street Legend lyrics

[Intro: AK Bandamont]
AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot, n*gga
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Ayy, I need a stretcher
I'll pop a n*gga, get locked up, and write his ass a letter
If he got lucky, he didn't, I hope his family better
f*cked 'round, spilled codeine on my stick, but made it spray better
He got out and moved to the East, you know he stay western
My n*gga grabbed a zip of that girly, he surely gon' stretch it
Stupid n*gga f*ck 'round with my opp, now he live in heaven
I'm ignorant, this b*tch called me broke without a brick of cheddar
I need a stimulant in my gums bad, I need myself a tester
When I'm cooking up in that kitchen, I can't wear a beater
Couldn't afford to lose my first mix, b*tch, I'm undefeated
Stomped this n*gga ribs in high school, that was under the bleacher
Shot a n*gga ten-four ten times, you know I beat him
Sold this one n*gga ten-four one time, he looked like Jesus
f*ck n*gga, I don't wanna hit your loud if it look leafy
b*tch, I punch at Wal', my dog specialize at cracking Visa
b*tch, I made a plan today
Ran through a half pound and somethin' extra, that's a band today
b*tch, you was asking for rides dangling, where's your mans today?
I passed out good testers, my fiend done brang around his mans today
Hit this sh*t with—, I can't say a word, but what they hit was straight
Made five hundred on a ten-to-four, but a killing off of Section 8
Move crazy, when I start passing testers out, need dinner plates
They hit my dog with time and he ain't even half the age of thirty-eight
Pint looked good as hell, but I finessed lil' dog out thirty-eight
I bet I'm somewhere getting off while your stomach ache
I hit my n*gga cell for the realest, he got the dumbest drank
Hittin' them extra juggs on the side, that's how you stuff the safe
The bullets zip your brain up like when you wearin' Bape
Some villains runnin' 'round this b*tch, you better not wear a cape
I don't give no f*ck 'bout where you from, 'cause where I'm from, we apes
Say dog made a killing where he from, where I'm from, he can't
b*tch, I'm a trap sergeant
You don't do half the sh*t you say, boy, you a cap artist
Got [?] who tried to offer less, boy, that's a bad bargain
I got a checklist I gotta handle, I got mad targets
I don't do no capping, boy, I'll bust you with my hat backwards
You tried to beg and beg for your life, but you a bad actor
I'm really in these streets, I did weed, then sold crack after
I'm finna bust a load down, I need a batch after
I'm finna bust a n*gga in public, I'm gon' Mad Max him
Don't ask about me around in your hood, b*tch, I bring static
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Sixty pints down in a month, b*tch, that's thirty eights
Speed reloader, drop a hundred shots out a .38
Might go to hell 'cause I just sent a n*gga through the pearly gates
Walked in at twelve, I shot before the bell, he died early late
Hope that make sense to you
I'm in the party dancing with my stick, but it got different moves
Walked right in, they couldn't see the Glock, this b*tch invisible
You learned from who? Your teacher work for me, b*tch, I'm the principal
It's me and Bandamont
Not including the lean, just on pops, I spend a band a month
I put a zip of ether in the leaf, it's a band a blunt
Just eyeballed a zip of cocaine, buy a scale for what?
I sold dog some strong glue, but it smell like Runtz
Lil Baby, four pockets on me full, you can tell I'm up
Just punched these jeans hard as f*ck, now they swellin' up
My spot slap, your sh*t move slow, you make a sale a month
I need an antidepressant
Pop a Xan', call my ex-girlfriend, tell her we together
Flip the pros, buy a bunch of dope, can't sell weed forever
I'm booked up for six months, can't even read the schedule
Just smoked a bunch of kush, bro, I don't eat edibles
Drunk a lot of lean and pop today, I'ma pee forever
Bro, go find a new route, you had ten G's forever
Hustlin 'til the sun come up, do I sleep? Never
I be talking 'bout some sh*t you might not understand
Sloppy roll of twenties on me, I need a rubber band
I'm petty, I just took a point-four of lack and cut a gram
Just bought a Scat and got some head from another fan
Like a fat ho stomach, that's when she suck me in
My n*gga found a plug, but we fell out 'cause he ain't cut me in
I got a bold debit card, forgot the f*ckin' PIN
I'ma be a hundred up, I find another BIN
Ain't nobody I know died, but I just bought a casket
That's a glass pint of red, I don't f*ck with plastic
I can't really hit the glass, but I can cut the plastic
Leave it sealed, hit it with a needle, then the Karo added
I just taught you somethin', bro, I hope you listen
b*tch, you better suck it 'til tomorrow, I bought you somethin' expensive
Stopped hittin' this b*tch to make a sale, brief intermission
My mama want me off the drank, we had an intervention
My engineer mix songs, but I'm a different mixer
She say her last n*gga a bum, well, I'm a different n*gga
I'll pull up with a cannon, get you and your n*gga
Oh, I missed a n*gga? Double back and take a different picture