A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Tee Grizzley - Became Legends lyrics

Terry Sanchez Wallace

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Tee Grizzley - Became Legends lyrics]

I see some haters in the club
Send a bottle to 'em
I got some animals around
I can't supply the zoo
Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move
I heard they got a lot of hate
Ain't got no money though (niggas broke)
She can't stand me, I ain't shit
I bet I fuck her though (bitch)
The watch look good plain gold
I'm still gon' flood it though
You spent all that money on that chain
What you tuckin' for?
Me and Boogie from the trenches
We became legends
Me and my niggas was good kids
We became felons
Won't let them trip me off the streets
I was raised better
Grew up around swipers, hitmen
And cane stretchers

I remember gettin' my first watch
That shit was Michael Kors
But now I'm pullin' up in
Shit that niggas can't afford
You wasn't shit to me my nigga
Now you try and call
You wasn't with me in the gym
You wasn't John Wall
The penitentiary got me sittin' here
Like "Fuck the law" they gave like 20 to my
Nigga for the wrong cause
But I'm like fuck it though
My nigga I'm gon' grind hard
Wintertime I had that pack up
In my long johns
All day, same Balmain jeans for days
Play no games, do you really want a problem?
(ayy) saint Laurent Jeans
Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy)
Same old things, same fiends in the hallway

Broad day
That's how we comin' out when them dogs play
Lil K, sent her upstate to make
Sure them dogs straight
Half a kilo, ain't talkin' drugs
That's what the charm weigh
Iced my whole wrist like I'm gettin'
Rid of an arm ache wanna book a show?
20, 000, that's the going rate long day
Make her kneel before me 'til her jaws ache
Spit that game to her, tell that bitch
"I think we soulmates" fly her out
After I fuck her I'ma stay far away

Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace
My pinkie cold, it make me stutter
"V-V-V-V-S-S"
They try to catch me all alone
But we was deep in Texas
She wanted me to be alone
But we go deep wherever
I saw you lookin' at your phone
I know you see me textin'
Don't have me blowin' up your phone
Just tell me "Keep it steppin'"
If I run into you again
Don't tell me you regret it
If I run into you again
You gon' see how I'm flexin'

When I was broke, I was neglected
Bitches wasn't textin'
Now they tryna pop up pregnant
That's to be expected
I wish I could see the face on all my exes
Let 'em see the face on a Patek
I used to sleep on pallets

I feel you bro
'cause me and Sosa was sleepin' on sofas
Now all the bitches that was frontin'
They all on some hoe shit
But I could never pay attention
To a broke bitch, yeah
I became a legend, now I need a trophy
I became a legend off a four minute hit
Niggas from the trenches
They ain't seen shit like this
Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit
Ayy
Me and Tee Grizz, that's a whole 'nother hit
Ayy

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