Very Legendary - A$Ton Matthews, Da$h, Retch

American Psycho, two black hoes

Them bitches is dikes though

Say they like white though

Roll me a blunt and I beat it like Michael

The baddest nigga, yup

Samoan bitch, Hawaiian skunk

She suck my dick, I light my blunt

Swear this ain’t the life for chumps

I worked for this, did dirt for this

Niggas caught time, and they served the shit

Couple a funeral services

Dare a nigga say I don’t deserve this, bitch

Hit a acid on a tongue, nigga rachet

Put the pussy in a casket

Weed habit like a addict

Seeing money off this rap shit

Got me spitting like a 'matic

Click clack, bang, bang

H’z motherfucker, niggas know what I claim

Since a teenager twist my fingers up the same

Wake up, smoke a pound, then I’m pissing champagne

Broke niggas, get your bread up

And all you pussy ass niggas, don’t get yo' fucking head bust

Enough drugs to be dead son

Screaming «free my fucking niggas» 'til the feds come

Met a bad bitch off Instagram

She said she heard my song, became a insta fan

And she be popping Xans, and we be smoking grams

And she be snorting grams, then I remove her pants

And then I stick it in and act a hooligan

Then I bust a nut, where my loosies man

Then I tell that bitch that I need a Maserati

Gas her up like she gon' be riding shotty

In my tiny jeans I like to party party

Standing on the couch, it’s getting rowdy rowdy

Three bitches for me, you know I’m 'bout it 'bout it

Another VIP, it’s getting cloudy cloudy

Last year I grew up, and you wouldn’t believe it

Now my bitches are real, and she screaming Jesus

So she sipping eating reeses pieces

Shorty rub my back while she feed me peaches

Black nigga, fresh up out ocean

Ashy skin, man I need some lotion

I be getting high, yeah I’m smoking potent

And my bitch be popping, yeah that bitch be rolling

in my system, tell that bitch I bleed cognac

And I smoke weed like I throw that

And I got the 'Lo shorts matching with the 'Lo hat

I be hitting licks in my Polo, call me Lojack

Don’t think I won’t hit you cause I’m popular

Twin Glocks in this ride, put ya spots on the block for ya

Sixteen clean the bodies up

Shock tops rock clip show that Cutthroat mafia

Gaining ends while I’m losing sleep

Making money moves, Fatts brought it through a jeep

Doing life ya favorite mood to see

This the life I chose, road to imported gold, Cuban Links

Versace shades in a room full of two or three

And they all in the mood for me, who is he

A$ton, Montana answer to your question is a

Camouflage shoot it up, shoot a duck

You lose your life before I lose a buck, fuck