TrDee - Living Legend

[Intro: TrDee]
(Ayo, Mark A)
Mark on the beat, you know I gotta trip on this bitch, fuck it
Hey

[Verse: TrDee]
Everybody take a L, keep your head up
Told bro stop runnin' 'bout these hoes, get your bread up
Only thing she do is trip, I know you fed up
If they ask you who the coldest group, I hope you said us (ShittyBoyz)
They hate to see us shinin' like a bald head
I hate dick suckers, wish they was all dead
[?] type of money, I could shop until the mall dead
I don't care what you heard, tell me what y'all said
Hope you told him that he trippin' and lame as hell
Take another shot, I know the liquor bring you out your shell
I know some niggas couldn't wait to see my niggas fail
Up that big bitch and let it sing, pullin' out Adele
[?], I'm in a fishbowl like Mysterio
Catch a couple plays before you even make your cereal (No cap)
I be really talkin' spicy, you don't hear me, though
Try one of mines, you might as well arrange your funeral
They tryna block my shine, stop my cameo (Damn)
I was at the bottom just like [?]
Got an OnlyFans, postin' nudes, she a sexy ho
Had to branch out 'cause niggas didn't want to let me grow
On the road to riches, fuck what's in the rearview (No cap)
You got a body like a Benz, I'm tryna steer you
It's a bad feeling when you broke when the bills due
If I want his bitch, I DM her, let me steal you (Come here)
I'm playin', I won't go breakin' up a happy home
When you down bad, I bet you nobody call your phone
Feel like Marv and Harry, I'ma slide when she home alone
Think it's kinda crazy they don't show love until you gone
[Interlude: TrDee]
It's fucked up
They don't show love until you dead, bro
Rappers [?] they don't post these niggas 'til they dead
That shit fucked up
No cap, that's why i'm tryna be a livin' legend
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

[Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron]
I was scammin' grannies 2016
She gon' hold you if you say "Hi", like my bitch mean
Stan sniper hall of fame, shot so green
Fah-fah-fah, left him leanin' like some codeine (Fuck)
Made it through the rain, pop some champagne
Your bitch say your dick weak and you so lame (Ha)
Don't follow other people, get your own lane
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm a ShittyBoy, don't need no gang (ShittyBoyz)
Hands in the air if you get into it
Baby, it ain't no love here, I don't fuck with Cupid
I'm a ShittyBoy, but this ain't shitty music
Bitch threw the neck like she was dumb 'cause she went super stupid (Shit)
Fuck, I hate to be explicit
I just got a say somethin' about it 'cause I really live it (I do)
Don't say you caught I body 'cause I know you didn't
Had to cut a couple bitches off 'cause they was always trippin'
Like who the fuck got time for that?
If you ever throw a punch, I hope you bought a strap
Told her turn around, I'm Soulja Boy, I'ma make it clap
If you ever talk down on us, don't reach for no dap (Shit!)
Damn, TrDee
BabyTron checkin' in
Extra butter, light salt

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