Too Legendary - Rio Da Yung OG

What up, Enrgy?

Nigga, it’s Rio Da Yung OG

Boyz in this bitch, nigga, this shit too legendary, yeah

Hit a nigga with the K, turn him to a ghost

Hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast

Burn a pussy with the heat, turn his head to roast

Hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk

Yeah, I’ll fry a nigga

How much a human being cost?

I’m tryna buy a nigga

Told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a Swisher

I drink red, you’ll never catch me buying liquor

Nope, unless it’s for the hoes

I don’t really like to rap unless it’s for the pros

I need another pint of drank, I think I’m runnin' low

Shoot a nigga twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole

Stupid, that’s a belly button

I’m 'bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin'

Why you sittin' in the spot if you ain’t sellin' nothin'?

Keepin' tabs on every play I make, I think you tellin' somethin'

Uh, I don’t fuck with rats

I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don’t fuckin' cap

Talkin' big shit over these beats, I don’t mumble rap

Thug life, bitch, I’m Pac without the stomach tats

Bitch, I’m 2Pac without the nose ring

I get excited every time my flip phone ring

How much you got?

Man, you worryin' 'bout the wrong thing

You need to worry 'bout where your bitch goin' when the ho leave

My bitch told me to grow up, I’d rather grow weed

I ran through a football field and ain’t find no seeds

Lookin' for the opps, like I’m an ahk, I can’t find no beef

You think you shootin' up this house, boy, this the wrong street

I used to fuck with, but I can’t no more

I’ll beat shit down your leg, bro, I ain’t no ho

I been stressin' long enough, I can’t take no more

Out of town with a zip of ****, bro, this ain’t no blow

They think they finna catch me slippin', but I ain’t gon' go

I’m in Flint, from a hood where you ain’t gon' go

I love my city, police got behind me and I 810

Use some tape, hit it with the press, it ain’t shake no more

Bitch, I’m a survivalist

My granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script

BM bitchin' got me out of breath, man, I’m tired of shit

Hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet shit

Told the plug I need a B and bring a knife with it

I’m finna cut this white bitch like Michael Myers did

Boy, it don’t matter if you strapped, you can die with it

Ceramic pan on the glass stove, I’m finna fry a brick