Rio Da Yung OG - Too Legendary Lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)
What up, Enrgy? Nigga, it's Rio Da Yung OG
Boyz in this bitch, nigga, this shit too legendary, yeah

Hit a nigga with the K, turn him to a ghost
Hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast
Burn a pussy with the heat, turn his head to roast
Hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk
Yeah, I'll fry a nigga
How much a human being cost? I'm tryna buy a nigga
Told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a Swisher
I drink red, you'll never catch me buying liquor
Nope, unless it's for the hoes
I don't really like to rap unless it's for the pros
I need another pint of drank, I think I'm runnin' low
Shoot a nigga twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole
Stupid, that's a belly button
I'm 'bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin'
Why you sittin' in the spot if you ain't sellin' nothin'?
Keepin' tabs on every play I make, I think you tellin' somethin'
Uh, I don't f*ck with rats
I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don't f*ckin' cap
Talkin' big shit over these beats, I don't mumble rap
Thug life, bitch, I'm Pac without the stomach tats
Bitch, I'm 2Pac without the nose ring
I get excited every time my flip phone ring
How much you got? Man, you worryin' 'bout the wrong thing
You need to worry 'bout where your bitch goin' when the ho leave
My bitch told me to grow up, I'd rather grow weed
I ran through a football field and ain't find no seeds
Lookin' for the opps, like I'm an ahk, I can't find no beef
You think you shootin' up this house, boy, this the wrong street
I used to f*ck with, but I can't no more
I'll beat shit down your leg, bro, I ain't no ho
I been stressin' long enough, I can't take no more
Out of town with a zip of -, bro, this ain't no blow
They think they finna catch me slippin', but I ain't gon' go
I'm in Flint, from a hood where you ain't gon' go
I love my city, police got behind me and I 810
Use some tape, hit it with the press, it ain't shake no more
Bitch, I'm a survivalist
My granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script
BM bitchin' got me out of breath, man, I'm tired of shit
Hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet shit
Told the plug I need a B and bring a knife with it
I'm finna cut this white bitch like Michael Myers did
Boy, it don't matter if you strapped, you can die with it
Ceramic pan on the glass stove, I'm finna fry a brick