BiC Fizzle - Legend (feat. Cootie, 1KJizzle) lyrics

Mm-mm (That's some Krishtall)
Uh, uh
Ayy, yeah (Lizgin got this beat)

Say, bitch, I'm a menace, a robber, whatever you call it, I gotta get guala
Comin' from poverty, setting up robberies, since a young nigga, them bitches wan' bother me
Wanted a knife so bad, I fell on my ass, got up, put my feet on the throttle
I was fucked up, dreamin' how I'ma pop it
Whenever I'm up, look at that, perfect timing
All that ice on came from grindin'
Mind of a menace, I lose it, I'm robbin'
I think my pockets big, both of 'em got it
I'm onto bustin', no playing, no arguing
Strapped up outta state, switches in Cali'
You know we slidin' with sticks in Miami
I got them blickies when I'm out in Dallas
Atlanta-ass ho when I'm chillin' in Blytheville

Came up from nothing, I know my people proud of me
I used to trap out the house sellin' half a G
Now I got grocery bags like Kroger, these niggas hatin', I don't even know 'em
Right when they think I'm a ho, I'ma show some'
Hop out in foursome, destined to blow some'
I come from robbery, who can I blame?
Coming from nothin' made the young nigga grow up
Just ran through one, two, three, four checks
Tryna find what I'ma cop with the next one
You know it's shaken, I check, might tell you my next, but now I pop out with my best one
You know I stand what I bang, stand on what I claim, finna print that shit on my bezel
I ain't did shit, guessing you not a stepper
Pulled up the Hellcat, left in a Sprinter (Aight, look)

Woke up this morning, my pistol on side of me
Gotta be dreamin', I'm thinking 'bout bodies
Boduh was forty, I'm rollin' exotic, I cut the ho off, I can't fix all your body
I gave 'em chance and chance to get in the front, somehow they still ended behind me
I need a chime, let me hit up the barber
Play in this chop, I'ma give you a lining
Criss-cross, sit down, empty your pockets
Shiesty, he move, put the 9 on his noggin
I done came up, ho callin' me cocky
I ain't changed shit but my teeth and these watches
Puff-puff, pass 'em, 'za in the 'Wood
Just made 20K sittin' in my hood
Big-ass choppa, go 'head, do it
Might get away, but I'm coming back to it
Ayy

Hit the club about five in the A with my niggas
Boy, you not a gangster, you niggas pretenders ('Tenders)
Tough on the block, we got 'bows in the spot
If you want it, come shop, hit up Cootie, he send 'em (On God)
Sixteen, he a menace, rapping, got plenty
Just hit the mall, poppin' shit up in Lenox
Post on a block, tell a fuck nigga, "Spin it"
Don Dada my slime, do the blitz if I send him
Where a young nigga poppin' his shit from the trenches
Grew up where we had to go out and get it
Life was a bitch, I ain't never had shit, now I'm sittin' back chillin', plottin' on a million
I want 'em racks, mom dukes in a Bentley
Two brothers, stack C, gotta change how I'm livin'
Drank in my cup, this shit fuck with my kidneys
1200, 1K, I'ma step 'til I'm finished (Yeah)

Say, bitch, I'm a menace, a robber, whatever you call it, I gotta get guala
Comin' from poverty, setting up robberies, since a young nigga, them bitches wan' bother me
Wanted a knife so bad, I fell on my ass, got up, put my feet on the throttle
I was fucked up, dreamin' how I'ma pop it
Whenever I'm up, look at that, perfect timing
All that ice on came from grindin'
Mind of a menace, I lose it, I'm robbin'
I think my pockets big, both of 'em got it
I'm onto bustin', no playing, no arguing
Strapped up outta state, switches in Cali'
You know we slidin' with sticks in Miami
I got them blickies when I'm out in Dallas
Atlanta-ass ho when I'm chillin' in Blytheville