Kid Trunks, A$AP ANT, Warhol.SS, Ski Mask the Slump God - Not Legal lyrics

Drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy drip
Ayy, ya dig (Bitch)
Ayy, got my nigga kill shit in the cut
(Ayy, ya dig, Bitch)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Ayy)
Hey (Ayy) , ayy, hey (yeah)
Ayy, ayy (Ayy) , ayy (Yuh, yuh)

The only reason I let you
Live because you sorry alive
(Bitch, pew, pew, pew)
And if I see you in my city
Make sure you come check in twice
(Bitch, pew, pew, pew)
I can't remember why these people
Always believe the lie
But I'm the greatest Asian rapper
Ever to be alive (Bitch, bitch)
So if you disagree just dig a hole, lay down
And go die (Bitch)
I'm gon' be rich and all my niggas


Gon' have on suit and ties
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, uh huh)
And if you talk down, ting
Gon' bring the heat, then let's go and fight
You is so stupid, pussy boy
You do not care 'bout your life
(Bitch, bitch, ayy, ya dig) , okay

I fuck her and leave her (Nope, nope)
I wanted a threesome (Oh, oh)
That bitch wasn't legal
(Legal, uh huh, legal)
But I am not legal (I'm not, uh huh)
She wanted a feature (She wanted, uh huh)
But I had to teach her (I wanna throat)
To suck it and squeeze it
(To suck it and, yeah)
That bitch is bulimic (Bulimic, bulimic)
I fuck her and leave her (Fuck her, uh huh)
I wanted a threesome (Wanted, uh huh)
That bitch wasn't legal (One time, oh)
But I am not legal (I'm not legal, oh)
She wanted a feature (She wanted, uh huh)
So I had to teach her (I had to teach)
To suck it and squeeze it (Suck it and, yeah)
That bitch is bulimic
(Gling, gling, gling, gling)

Ooh, undercover with the Rick
(What, what?)
And ya auntie in the dirt (Ha)
Zipper, she grab on my dick
My dick'll back up and park
30-round came with a drum for real
(30-round drum) , I cannot kid
Or stunt for real (Stunt, stunt)
Percocet, popping these mollies and pill
(Percocet, uh) , roll down, Rollie
I don't rock no grill (Rock no grill)
AP, get chills
(AP) , eight feet, get spilled (Yo, eights)
Six feet, quick kill, whoa, wrist (Whoa)
Check up on me like a doc
(Doc) , fuckin' that hoe and her mama (Bitch)
Cookin' up just like Betty Crocker
(Crocker) , puttin' niggas in the trash
Trash bag (Trash)
These niggas be stealin' swag, swag, swag
(Swag, swag, swag) , came to the shop
For the cat, cat, cat (Cat, cat, cat)
In the Margiela I sag, sag, sag
(Sag, sag, sag) , hoe you be tat, tat, tat
Ooh (yeah) let the mac blast
(Blast) , blowin' the gas bag (yeah, bag)
Big up my kingpins
(Whoa, nah) , 'rari, it ride fast (yeah, ooh)

I fuck her and leave her (Nope, nope)
I wanted a threesome (Oh, oh)
That bitch wasn't legal
(Legal, uh huh, legal)
But I am not legal (I'm not, uh huh)
She wanted a feature (She wanted, uh huh)
But I had to teach her (I wanna throat)
To suck it and squeeze it
(To suck it and, yeah) that bitch is bulimic

I am a predator, just like hyena
Yo bitch off the loud like
We just smoked some speakers
I think that I'm hot
Like I just caught a fever
So I keep a liter of lean in the freezer
How does she back it up, she
Must have a reverse camera, from Alabama
It was your mama
Then I met your auntie out in Atlanta
She hit the folks on my dick for a Fanta
No, I'm Dirty Dan (I'm Dirty Dan)
I'm rich and degenerate (Bitch)
Fuck you if that flag you got is confederate
(Bitch) i let yo' bitch fuck if
She pay ya' settlement (Bitch) , uh (Bitch)

I fuck her and leave her (Nope, nope)
I wanted a threesome (Oh, oh)
That bitch wasn't legal
(Legal, uh huh, legal)
But I am not legal (I'm not, uh huh)
She wanted a feature (She wanted, uh huh)
But I had to teach her (I wanna throat)
To suck it and squeeze it
(To suck it and, yeah)
That bitch is bulimic (Bulimic, bulimic)
I fuck her and leave her (Fuck her, uh huh)
I wanted a threesome (Wanted, uh huh)
That bitch wasn't legal (One time, oh)
But I am not legal (I'm not legal, oh)
She wanted a feature (She wanted, uh huh)
So I had to teach her (I had to teach)
To suck it and squeeze it (Suck it and, yeah)
That bitch is bulimic
(Gling, gling, gling, gling)

Babygirl, look at the kicks (Kicks)
Gucci, don't step on my kicks (Whoa)
Sippin' codeine like I'm sick (Sick)
Cream soda the lean that I mix
Niggas be dissin' they no (Whoa)
Niggas they really be Urkels (Urkels)
Grippin' the chopper I hurt you (Blaow)
I don't need no squares in my circle (No)
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, ooh
Diamonds they froze, I feel cool
Sippin the purple oven, ooh
Bitch she lookin', she's hella cute
Ball on nigga, need me a hoop
Bob the Builder, I stay with the tool
If you beef, you're gonna lose (Whoa)
Fuckin' your bitch, I don't mean to be rude
(yeah)
Gettin' the money, I spend it on Prada
Gettin' the money, I spend it on Gucci
If you can't beat me you better salute me

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