RKM Legend - Bears N Deers Lyrics

(G I think we got one)

I think we got one too
Yeah
LMT
Gogettas
Haha
Whoever thought this happen
Ha
Bodyshots only
Headshots only
Yeah
Okay

I ain't got time for the lack
I get a 30 and then send it back
I tell my dogs yeah it's time to attack
Then they attack
I want them racks
I want it all and you know what I do
My name is Legend so I can not lose
They telling lies
While we telling truths
You said that you didn't
But where is the proof
Just like I thought
This shit is way too easy
I rap Big and T-U-P-A-C
I am the goat like G-O-A-T
Shout out to LMT and the GOG's
We mop all these niggas up like M-O-P
And still I do
I do this shit for real
I can care less how you feel
You Bin Laden I'm Seal
F*ck with me and I'm kill
Yeah I'm really from the jungle
I was raised by bears 'n' deers
And I still yeah rep Hastings
Black and Gold is how I live
Yeah I do this shit for real
I can care less how you feel
You Bin Laden I'm Seal
F*ck with me and I'm kill
Yeah I'm really from the jungle
I was raised by bears 'n' deers
And I still yeah rep Hastings
Black and Gold is how I live
That's right

Ooh
Got bad bitch in the back
In 20 minutes I'm getting all in that cat
I stroke I choke yeah she like that
Bitch kinda skinny but the Ass looking fat Oouu
Pretty Boy yeah all the girls love Ju
I would call the hoes
I ain't trying get me two
I'm live I'm lit getting cash whatever
I like a baddie ass soft like a feather
And that booty also gotta have jiggles
Don't care if it's medium thick or little
Front with a Birkin bag I like to get a triple
All these blues got my pockets looking cripple
Good thing that yungin don't need crushes
Smoke on the gas now a nigga got the munchies
I don't pass the blunt
So you know that I'm stunting
Gotta pass these hoes
So you know I ain't flunkin

(Ha ha ha ha)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm loading these clips
I'm loading these bullets
Dope in my hand
I don't need to cook it
I ball so hard don't think I'm no rookie
Yeah
Don't think I'm no rookie (yes sir)
Smoking gas every day I'm throwing bullets no Tom Brady (bitch bitch)
Got yo bitch in my face (say what)
Bitch get out of my way (a yeah)
Bitch trying make these racks today
Yeah
Got the Glock on me
Pick it up no Chef boy RD
Got a freak all up on me
Bad bitch you know she f*ck the team
Stats stats check my stats
I walk in the door I'm leaning like that (I'm leaning)
Pull up in a black Maybach (bih)
And that bitch hadda check my stats (say what)
I'm beating her out like that (ah yeah)
Niggas talking tragic hit in the back
(Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah)

Real bitch from the field I'm not a stallion
He like you pretty and you really bout it
Can they keep up tell him I doubt it
You don't want smoke cause I leave you cloudy
I just be chilling
And minding by business
I'm trying to stack me some 100s and 20s
I'm trying to stack me some 100s at 20
Look at me now you know I get plenty
I'm in the club just trying to turn turn up
If you touch me I will get you touched
Then we gone mop
Sweep up like some dust
Please don't play
If you knuck then get buck
Bitches be geese
And these niggas be ducks
I want my money
When it's up it get stuck
When it's up it get stuck
And Dime P don't give a f*ck
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch
Please do not play
Don't need the map cause I know where you stay
I know where you lay
I can pull up any time of the day
I came to set some shit straight
Going bananas like it's an outrage
I hang with rillas that cannot be tamed
Killing these beats ooh yes I may
I am a fool in the booth I go cray
Yes I go cray
Zzz
I don't know why they why they still sleeping on me
I'm taking off I'm bout to leave
I'm from the H
But I'm low key
He got to tripping and weak in the knees
I had him falling like he was Ms. Keys
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Bitch