A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Became Legends (feat. Tee Grizzley)

If I run into you again, you gon’ how I’m flexin’
Won’t let them trip me off the streets, I was raised better
Half a kilo, ain’t talkin’ drugs, that’s what the [?]
The watch look good plain gold, I’m still gon’ flood it though
[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
If I run into you again, don’t tell me you regret it
20,000, that’s the going rate

Spit that game to her, tell that bitch, "I think we soulmates"
Me and Boogie from the trenches, we became legends

I remember gettin’ my first watch, that shit was Michael Kors

All day, same Balmain jeans all days
[Verse 6: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Tee Grizzley]
I saw you lookin’ at your phone, I know you saw me textin’
Bitches wasn’t textin’
Niggas from the trenches, they ain’t sayin’ shit like this

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I could never pay attention to a broke bitch, yeah
When I was broke, I was neglected
Grew up around swipers, hitmen, and [?]
I became a legend, now I need a trophy
Same old things, same fiends in the hallway
Don’t have me blowin’ up your phone, just tell me "Keep it steppin’"
You wasn’t shit to me my nigga, now you try and call
I see some haters in the club, send a bottle to ’em
They try to catch me all alone, but we was deep in Texas
The penitentiary got me sittin’ here like "Fuck the law"
Iced my whole wrist like I’m gettin’ rid of an arm ache
Play no games, do you really want a problem? (ayy)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace
Me and Tee Grizz, that’s a whole ‘nother hit, ayy
You spent all that money on that chain, what you tuckin’ for?
Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit, ayy
She can’t stand me, I ain’t shit, I bet I fuck her though (bitch)
I got some animals around, I can’t supply the zoo
[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move
Wanna book a show?

Broad day, that’s how we comin’ out when them dogs play
Now all the bitches that was frontin’, they all on some hoe shit but
I became a legend off a four minute hit
Let ’em see the face on a Patek, I used to sleep on pallets
[Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]

Saint Laurent Jeans, Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy)
Lil K, sent her upstate to make sure them dogs straight
Me and my niggas was good kids, we became felons
My pinkie cold, it make me stutter, "V-V-V-V-S-S"
Fly her out, after I fuck her I’ma stay far away
I heard they got a lot of hate, ain’t got no money though (niggas broke)
Now they tryna pop up pregnant, that’s to be expected
She wanted me to be alone, but we go deep wherever
I feel you bro, ’cause me and Sosa was sleepin’ on sofas
But I’m like fuck it though, my nigga I’m gon’ grind hard
They gave like 20 to my nigga for the wrong cause
Long day, make her [?] for me ’til her jaws ache
Wintertime I had that pack up in my long johns
But now I’m pullin’ up in shit that niggas can’t afford
I wish I could see the face on all my exes
You wasn’t with me in the gym, you wasn’t John Wall