Letra de ' Legends (feat. Quavo) ' de Lil Baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hunnid million dollars, that ain't shit (to a hustler)
Pretty shit, I got 'em like in Lids (yeah)
Sixty mill' in hunnids like I'm Nips
Me and white boys talkin' billies
Nitrate, brodie and some bullies
Pretty shit, I got her rockin' Audemaurs
Carbon fibre kitted, it's a spider
2025, the Spec' a hybrid
ERD, the leather like a biker
Coupe or Cupra truck, I'm indecisive
Brodie 'nem behind me in the strikers
They gon' handle business, never call me (frr)
Lawyer adjacent royalty like Saudi
Free Lil Durk, need Trump to get him pardoned (Free Smurk)
Nasty shit, she feed me from the garden
Body flawless, look like someone drawed her
I know this shit different, don't record it
Million dollar niggas, I absord 'em
Soaked up all the game and then I ran with it
Police-ass niggas, they can't hang with us
Safe but still in style, the Range ain't bulletproof
Me and twin handle, we identical (say twin)
Thirty hour flight, we on a island
Grown man business, ho, you childish
Real Atlanta, I'm from Fulton County
No machine, we had it hand counted (frr)
Twins [?] insured, nigga ragin'
Slide my tongue from her neck to her naval
Bro gon' spend it, his water the navy
Needed space, so I bought out the neighbors

I'm from the trenches, break bills, not no britches
I hit it, dismiss it then dab like I'm Quavo (yeah)
Super hard on the bitch, I don't play, ho
Right beside of me, she wanna [?]
Somebody fuck, they want beef
I made a million off one street
I'm a legend 'round there where I come from
Super smart, when it's time, I go dumb-dumb

Come through trim on a bitch, I go too hard (woo)
From the streets, out the zoo, we in your yard (zoo)
In my bag, stuffin' blues in the Goyard (cash)
In the coupe, off the ground like a go-kart (skrrt)
This ho don't got a heart, fucked the gizang (ooh)
She go Coco Chanel, she insizane (Coco)
Come and swim with some sharks, this ain't no tank (splash)
Set up trap by the Benz off the blizzane
Louis Vuitton vintage from the '90s (ah)
Infinity dipped in chrome like a prime
Your bitch ain't comin' home, gotta find her
Don't check her phone and find out what your wife
Paris Fashion Week, I'm goin' Eiffel
Money tall as easy money, sniper
Long live Takeoff, runnin' with the rifle
12 found the strap, I had to bribe 'em
Pulled off doin' the dash, I burned the pavement
Cat just jacked the engine, got it ragin' (ah)
I been drippin' sauce, it turned to gravy
Told him: Knock 'em off, I make you famous
Bitch, my diamonds dancin', Usher Raymond
Why they wearin' shiestys like they dangerous?
Get defined, search him, he a stranger
How the fuck you be a Twitter gangster?
Pocket full of four ring like I'm Audi
I want my bitches geek with me like Scotty (geek)
Give me some top, let me bless you up out it
I told her: Act brand new when she get that body (brand new)
Glock got a box, call it Roddy (frr)
Quarterback Quavo, the Huncho got options (woo)
I rep the hood when it's crowded (gang)
From the concrete like I'm Yachty (yeah)

I'm from the trenches, break bills, not no britches
I hit it, dismiss it then dab like I'm Quavo (yeah)
Super hard on the bitch, I don't play, ho
Right beside of me, she wanna [?]
Somebody fuck, they want beef
I made a million off one street
I'm a legend 'round there where I come from
Super smart, when it's time, I go dumb-dumb (dumb)