Went Legit

[Intro: G.T.]

(Simmie made this gangsta shit) Brrt, brrt, brrt

Let's go, yeah (Pin my nigga Larry in it)

Come on, come on, come on, for real, for real (My nigga, pull them cards out, man)

Let's go, let's go (Talk that shit up)

[Verse 1: G.T.]

Ayy, born in '91, I came up off that Snoop and Dre shit

My pops used to bang Scarface, I loved the way that bass hit

Comin' down off Master P, then Nate Dogg and Warren G

Spend my childhood in the streets, they used to call me lil' G

Got older, youngin with Daytona, that bitch cost a hundred G

Out in Cali with the grower, you think money don't even grow on trees

Seventy just for the motor, Forgiatos got it sittin' mean

Product of the dope game, you ain't ever touched a triple-beam

No Dolce, but I do Celine, Rover got the pilot seats

It's crazy what they do for cheese, some work they whole life, don't get it

Nigga, what you doin' now? No time for reminiscin' (For real)

I'm ballin' out for all the times I had no pot to piss in

[Chorus: G.T.]

Take the T-top— take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits

I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit

We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint

[?][1:07], you can't even fuck on my bitch

Take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits

I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit

We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint

[?], you can't even fuck on my bitch

[Verse 2: Larry June]

Can't even fuck on my bitch, can't even fuck with my wrist, I'm makin' em sick

You sippin' too much of that shit, I'm loadin' that clip in case you thought I was a lick

Probably thought it was a HEMI 'til I brought that Lambo' thang to the trenches (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Three-deep in the 550 bustin' hella moves in Atlantic City

Layin' low with my square bitch 'cause the block hot, gotta blend in (Blend in)

IROC with the T-top, havin' hella hoes like Pimpin' Ken (Let's get it)

Two Glocks like Max Payne, when I pulled up it was different energy (Numbers)

Interstate with the bag on me, if I touchdown, I can buy a Benz (Uh)

Nightstand with the MAC on it, but it's big boogers on this FN (Uh)

A hundred K worth of tennis chains, it was lightshow when I walked in (Uh)

Just do a couple adlibs on a track, nigga, that's gon' cost ten (Uh)

Nigga with an attitude, hit it with an ice cube, then I get it in

[Chorus: G.T.]

Take the T-top— take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits

I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit

We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint

[?], you can't even fuck on my bitch

Take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits

I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit

We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint

[?], you can't even fuck on my bitch