Joey Fatts - Very Legendary lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H] American Psycho, two black hoes Them b**hes is dikes though Say they like white though Roll me a blunt and I beat it like Michael The baddest n***a, yup Samoan b**h, Hawaiian skunk She s** my dick, I light my blunt Swear this ain't the life for chumps I worked for this, did dirt for this n***as caught time, and they served the sh** Couple a funeral services Dare a n***a say I don't deserve this, b**h Hit a acid on a tongue, n***a rachet Put the p**y in a casket Weed habit like a addict Seeing money off this rap sh** Got me spitting like a 'matic Click clack, bang, bang H'z motherf**er, n***as know what I claim Since a teenager twist my fingers up the same Wake up, smoke a pound, then I'm pissing champagne Broke n***as, get your bread up And all you p**y a** n***as, don't get yo' f**ing head bust Enough d** to be dead son Screaming "free my f**ing n***as" 'til the feds come [Vers 2: RetcH] Met a bad b**h off Instagram She said she heard my song, became a insta fan And she be popping Xans, and we be smoking grams And she be snorting grams, then I remove her pants And then I stick it in and act a hooligan Then I bust a nut, where my loosies man Then I tell that b**h that I need a Maserati Gas her up like she gon' be riding shotty In my tiny jeans I like to party party Standing on the couch, it's getting rowdy rowdy Three b**hes for me, you know I'm 'bout it 'bout it Another VIP, it's getting cloudy cloudy Last year I grew up, and you wouldn't believe it Now my b**hes are real, and she screaming Jesus So she sipping [?] eating reeses pieces Shorty rub my back while she feed me peaches Black n***a, fresh up out ocean Ashy skin, man I need some lotion I be getting high, yeah I'm smoking potent And my b**h be popping, yeah that b**h be rolling [?] in my system, tell that b**h I bleed cognac And I smoke weed like I throw that And I got the 'Lo shorts matching with the 'Lo hat I be hitting licks in my Polo, call me Lojack [Verse 3: A$ton Matthews] Don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular Twin Glocks in this ride, put ya spots on the block for ya Sixteen clean the bodies up Shock tops rock [?] clip show that Cutthroat mafia Gaining ends while I'm losing sleep Making money moves, Fatts brought it through a jeep Doing life ya favorite mood to see This the life I chose, road to imported gold, Cuban Links Versace shades in a room full of two or three And they all in the mood for me, who is he A$ton, Montana [?] answer to your question is a [?] Camouflage shoot it up, shoot a duck You lose your life before I lose a buck, f**