Rucci, 420 Tiesto, Mike Crook - 2 Legit lyrics

Ayy, go, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (420 Tiesto)
Ayy, bum ba dum-bum-bum, ayy ayy
(Well, that's real good to hear, kid)

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm back in beast mode
All black with the pea coat
Nah, these ain't them dust heads
But I got me some McQueens on
I need a bad bitch and a
Shoulder I can lean on
I'ma get mad when I find
Out that my lean gone
I'm so lil' Seven with this Ingle' lingo
Hit three bitches in a row, call me bingo
I'm so paid in full, Money Mitch
Not no Rico
You want that old Rucci, well, shit
Here he go

Ayy, I could fuck your bitch right
Now if I want to
Slide through your shit with that shh
What you gon' do?
Bust down, bling, blaow, bitch
That's my whole crew
Nigga, you can't hang with the gang
If we don't know you

I knew I was gon' be rich, bitch, I told you
You ain't stayed down, bitch, that's on you
Cop a whip
Post it on the 'Gram just to show you
That I'm fuckin' over you, like
Really fuckin' over you
You see my name on billboard, bitch, yeah
That's him
Big black truck, me, Don Don, and Joe Bean
We be outside lookin' for smoke
Like a dope fiend
Cocaine mink, let me show you what I mean
Keep my name out your mouth if
You ain't suckin' on this dick
You ain't know what you know now, bitch
I been running shit
And I'm sick with a hammer, bitch
I'm too legit to quit
Ayy, hit 'em with that ah ah
Hit 'em with that shit

I could fuck on your bitch right
Now if I want to
Slide through your shit with that shh
What you gon' do?
Bust down, bling, blaow, bitch
That's my whole crew
Nigga, you can't hang with the gang
If we don't know you