2 Legit Rucci

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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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