Midwxst, 777villain - 222legit lyrics
[Midwxst, 777villain - 222legit lyrics]
Yeah, yeah hahaha
Yeah, boom, boom haha
I walk in the function, we pop out
You don't want no problems, won't go south
Like villain, you gon' hear them gun sounds
I'm makin' that heat 'til the sun down
If that bro got a problem, we run down
All this money on me weigh like twelve pounds
And no, I'm not talkin' bout breaded
If I go to jail then I'm fin' be acquitted
He told me to keep, but I already done did it
And that shit no cap
I ain't talkin' 'bout fitteds
Not 'bout the money then
You speakin' gibberish
I need all the money, them dividends
Need them presidents, no Thomas Jefferson
Fuck a thot, don't want shawty
She heaven sent
You run up then we turn you to evidence
Shawty chocolate, call her my M&M
Marijuana get me in my element
Big body Benzes, we built like an elephant
Run up the bands, I double my networth
She blowin' my phone
I'm too busy to text her
East coast boy, out west like Edgar
Turn up the heat, we applyin' the pressure
Turn up the heat
Bitch applyin' that pressure
He wanted smoke, now that boy on a stretcher
Call my girl Rock
'cause I'm finna go catch her
Dreads in my hair, bitch I look like I'm
Takin' a pic, I feel like I'm Bart Fletcher
She teach these mo'fuckers like a professor
Your mom in my DMs, yeah
That's how I met her
I'm runnin' these checks
I think I earned a letter
I'm flippin' that bird
I might get me some feathers
You cannot predict me, no
I'm not the weather
All black on my fit, bitch, I look like the
I can't go outside, no
I never been a quitter (Nah)
Can't quit 'cause I'm too legit
Bad bitch tryna eat my dick
Got a problem we gon' up that blick
Just playin' on this shit, no shit
I swear I been workin' since I was a jit
Now I walk in the bank
Bustin' down on the fit
Uh, I'm bustin' down on the fit
Uh, I just might cop me some Ricks
Uh, tell that boy watch who he diss
Uh, now that boy left with a lisp
Yeah, he ended up in a grave
I nut on her face
Make it look like some paint
Call me T-Pain, I might buy her a drink
She gave me brain until she couldn't think
I feel like I'm Jordan, bitch
Give me my rings
I feel like Ed Sheeran, I stay with the team
My bro got a Glock, let it blast
Hop in that moshpit, he left with a cast
Hop in the private, I don't need a cab
I told all my haters, "I get the last laugh"
T T Tell all my haters that I'm finna shine
Got so much money don't know what to buy
Run up on me, you get hit with the fye
Thought he was tough, ended up in the sky
That nigga cappin', he living a lie
Fuck with the gang, bitch, you want me to die
If you really that nigga look me in the eyes
I came with a gun if that bitch wanna fight
I walk in the function, we pop out
You don't want no problems, won't go south
Like villain, you gon' hear them gun sounds
I'm makin' that heat 'til the sun down
If that bro got a problem, we run down
All this money on me weigh like twelve pounds
And no, I'm not talkin' bout breaded
If I go to jail then I'm fin' be acquitted
He told me to keep, but I already done did it
And that shit no cap
I ain't talkin' 'bout fitteds
Yeah, boom, boom haha
I walk in the function, we pop out
You don't want no problems, won't go south
Like villain, you gon' hear them gun sounds
I'm makin' that heat 'til the sun down
If that bro got a problem, we run down
All this money on me weigh like twelve pounds
And no, I'm not talkin' bout breaded
If I go to jail then I'm fin' be acquitted
He told me to keep, but I already done did it
And that shit no cap
I ain't talkin' 'bout fitteds
Not 'bout the money then
You speakin' gibberish
I need all the money, them dividends
Need them presidents, no Thomas Jefferson
Fuck a thot, don't want shawty
She heaven sent
You run up then we turn you to evidence
Shawty chocolate, call her my M&M
Marijuana get me in my element
Big body Benzes, we built like an elephant
Run up the bands, I double my networth
She blowin' my phone
I'm too busy to text her
East coast boy, out west like Edgar
Turn up the heat, we applyin' the pressure
Turn up the heat
Bitch applyin' that pressure
He wanted smoke, now that boy on a stretcher
Call my girl Rock
'cause I'm finna go catch her
Dreads in my hair, bitch I look like I'm
Takin' a pic, I feel like I'm Bart Fletcher
She teach these mo'fuckers like a professor
Your mom in my DMs, yeah
That's how I met her
I'm runnin' these checks
I think I earned a letter
I'm flippin' that bird
I might get me some feathers
You cannot predict me, no
I'm not the weather
All black on my fit, bitch, I look like the
I can't go outside, no
I never been a quitter (Nah)
Can't quit 'cause I'm too legit
Bad bitch tryna eat my dick
Got a problem we gon' up that blick
Just playin' on this shit, no shit
I swear I been workin' since I was a jit
Now I walk in the bank
Bustin' down on the fit
Uh, I'm bustin' down on the fit
Uh, I just might cop me some Ricks
Uh, tell that boy watch who he diss
Uh, now that boy left with a lisp
Yeah, he ended up in a grave
I nut on her face
Make it look like some paint
Call me T-Pain, I might buy her a drink
She gave me brain until she couldn't think
I feel like I'm Jordan, bitch
Give me my rings
I feel like Ed Sheeran, I stay with the team
My bro got a Glock, let it blast
Hop in that moshpit, he left with a cast
Hop in the private, I don't need a cab
I told all my haters, "I get the last laugh"
T T Tell all my haters that I'm finna shine
Got so much money don't know what to buy
Run up on me, you get hit with the fye
Thought he was tough, ended up in the sky
That nigga cappin', he living a lie
Fuck with the gang, bitch, you want me to die
If you really that nigga look me in the eyes
I came with a gun if that bitch wanna fight
I walk in the function, we pop out
You don't want no problems, won't go south
Like villain, you gon' hear them gun sounds
I'm makin' that heat 'til the sun down
If that bro got a problem, we run down
All this money on me weigh like twelve pounds
And no, I'm not talkin' bout breaded
If I go to jail then I'm fin' be acquitted
He told me to keep, but I already done did it
And that shit no cap
I ain't talkin' 'bout fitteds