G.T., Larry June - Went Legit lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[G.T., Larry June - Went Legit lyrics]
(Simmie made this gangsta shit) Brrt, brrt
Brrt
Let's go, yeah (Pin my nigga Larry in it)
Come on, come on, come on, for real, for real
(My nigga, pull them cards out, man)
Let's go, let's go (Talk that shit up)
Ayy, born in '91
I came up off that Snoop and Dre shit
My pops used to bang Scarface
I loved the way that bass hit
Comin' down off Master P
Then Nate Dogg and Warren G
Spend my childhood in the streets
They used to call me lil' G
Got older, youngin with Daytona
That bitch cost a hundred G
Out in Cali with the grower
You think money don't even grow on trees
Seventy just for the motor
Forgiatos got it sittin' mean
Product of the dope game
You ain't ever touched a triple-beam
No Dolce, but I do Celine
Rover got the pilot seats
It's crazy what they do for cheese
Some work they whole life, don't get it
Nigga, what you doin' now?
No time for reminiscin' (For real)
I'm ballin' out for all the times I
Had no pot to piss in
Take the T-top take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
Take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch
Can't even fuck on my bitch, can't
Even fuck with my wrist, i'm makin' em sick
You sippin' too much of that shit
I'm loadin' that clip in case you
Thought I was a lick
Probably thought it was a HEMI 'til I
Brought that Lambo' thang to the trenches
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Three deep in the 550 bustin'
Hella moves in Atlantic City
Layin' low with my square bitch
'cause the block hot, gotta blend in
(Blend in) iROC with the T-top
Havin' hella hoes like Pimpin' Ken
(Let's get it) two Glocks like Max Payne
When I pulled up it was different energy
(Numbers) interstate with the bag on
Me, if I touchdown, i can buy a Benz
(Uh) nightstand with the MAC on it
But it's big boogers on this FN (Uh)
A hundred K worth of tennis chains
It was lightshow when I walked in (Uh)
Just do a couple adlibs on a track, nigga
That's gon' cost ten (Uh)
Nigga with an attitude, hit it
With an ice cube, then I get it in
Take the T-top take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch
Take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch
Brrt
Let's go, yeah (Pin my nigga Larry in it)
Come on, come on, come on, for real, for real
(My nigga, pull them cards out, man)
Let's go, let's go (Talk that shit up)
Ayy, born in '91
I came up off that Snoop and Dre shit
My pops used to bang Scarface
I loved the way that bass hit
Comin' down off Master P
Then Nate Dogg and Warren G
Spend my childhood in the streets
They used to call me lil' G
Got older, youngin with Daytona
That bitch cost a hundred G
Out in Cali with the grower
You think money don't even grow on trees
Seventy just for the motor
Forgiatos got it sittin' mean
Product of the dope game
You ain't ever touched a triple-beam
No Dolce, but I do Celine
Rover got the pilot seats
It's crazy what they do for cheese
Some work they whole life, don't get it
Nigga, what you doin' now?
No time for reminiscin' (For real)
I'm ballin' out for all the times I
Had no pot to piss in
Take the T-top take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
Take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch
Can't even fuck on my bitch, can't
Even fuck with my wrist, i'm makin' em sick
You sippin' too much of that shit
I'm loadin' that clip in case you
Thought I was a lick
Probably thought it was a HEMI 'til I
Brought that Lambo' thang to the trenches
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Three deep in the 550 bustin'
Hella moves in Atlantic City
Layin' low with my square bitch
'cause the block hot, gotta blend in
(Blend in) iROC with the T-top
Havin' hella hoes like Pimpin' Ken
(Let's get it) two Glocks like Max Payne
When I pulled up it was different energy
(Numbers) interstate with the bag on
Me, if I touchdown, i can buy a Benz
(Uh) nightstand with the MAC on it
But it's big boogers on this FN (Uh)
A hundred K worth of tennis chains
It was lightshow when I walked in (Uh)
Just do a couple adlibs on a track, nigga
That's gon' cost ten (Uh)
Nigga with an attitude, hit it
With an ice cube, then I get it in
Take the T-top take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch
Take the T-top off my 86
Bangin' Rick James' greatest hit's
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit
Even the ones that ain't even got no tint
You can't even fuck on my bitch