Coupe Cujo - Legends Lyrics

I bes with a bunch of shooters bitch-
We got big macs with the coolin' kits-
Im at 5th sax wit my newest bitch- (saks 5th)
She got big bags fulla boogie shit-
Im a slide like a stolen credit card-
They find ya body in a dirty reservoir-
Rob the bank grab the bag with the blue dye pack open that... now i look like avatar-
I don't need no helpin' hand...
Pushin' buttons in a Benz limo tint 5%-
You aint gettin in ... wasnt round when i was shootin' in the gym-
Horseshoe on my brim.. Thankful that my lil brother get to see the streets again-
Wrong words ... Im on ya front porch with this torch dressed like the pizza man-
Another body found at kellers beach again-
Blood burgundy your timbs burgundy your timbs-

I hang with a bunch of gangstas bitch-
Beat you bloody you gone need more than a handkerchief-
I wanted to be rich before i raised a kid-
I pray they never have to go thru crazy shit-
When they grow up they gone hear bout what they daddy did-
Thumbin' thru dem blue bills till my fingers got calluses-
A Vintage home wit mahogany stained cabinets-
The baddest bitch dat swear da god coupe cujo got the magic stick-
G27 with 22 in it-
You already know what im bout to do wit it-
Fool wit it... hope a stray bullet kill a stool pigeon-
My girl do business... real beautician-
Ima boinkiyano... drive Italiano-
Pop you then i skirt off like its gt auto...
Mono e mono... who want smoke-
Bullets rip ya shirt and jeans... look like Kanye clothes-
Cujo!