Too Legendary

(album: 2 Faced - 2019)

(Enrgy made this one)
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 running 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 jumping
Why you sitting in the spot if you ain't selling nothin'?
Keeping tabs on every play I make, I think you telling something
Uh, I don't fuck with rats
I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don't fucking cap
Talking 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 worrying 'bout the wrong thing
You need to worry 'bout where your bitch going 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
Looking for the opps, like I'm an ahk, I can't find no beef
You think you shooting 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 stressing 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 slipping, 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 bitching 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