Too Legit

[Intro]
Asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit, ayy
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit
She asked me if I'm— bitch, I'm— uh
(Laudiano)

[Chorus]
Fucking on that clown, you a goofy bitch (You a goofy bitch)
I blew the back out on a groupie bitch (On a groupie bitch)
Fuck a stock tool, we shooting movie clips (Buh, buh, buh)
Chase a nigga down in these Louis kicks (In these Louis kicks)
Hop up out that 'Cat and get to shooting shit (Get to shooting shit)
We want all the smoke like that hookah shit (Like that hookah shit)
You say that you a demon, go and prove it then (Go and prove it then)
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)

[Verse 1]
I been getting money, I been losing friends (I been losing friends)
Running from you broke hoes and running up them bands (Running up them bands)
Would've left that nigga dead if it didn't jam (If it didn't jam)
Tax a bitch for this dick like I'm Uncle Sam (Like I'm Uncle Sam)
See an opp, I'ma bust, nigga, ain't no passes (Huh?)
G-43, keep it on me, nigga, ain't no lackin' (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
350 on my 'Cat, nigga, ain't no cappin' (No cap)
Get in the booth and speak facts, nigga, ain't no rapping (All facts)
Sipping champagne in the Louis store (In the Louis store)
In high school, the youngest nigga with some Trueys on (With some Trueys on)
Bitch better play her cards right like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Like it's Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Looking like a walking disco ball, all this jewelry on (Damn)
Bitch, I'm young and rich, bitch, you young and broke (Broke nigga)
And your bitch ugly, you ain't got no hope (Huh?)
Ain't got a mil' yet, but I'm getting close (Huh?)
Riding with this Drac', tryna up the score, bitch (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

[Chorus]
Fucking on that clown, you a goofy bitch (You a goofy bitch)
I blew the back out on a groupie bitch (On a groupie bitch)
Fuck a stock tool, we shooting movie clips (Buh, buh, buh)
Chase a nigga down in these Louis kicks (In these Louis kicks)
Hop up out that 'Cat and get to shooting shit (Get to shooting shit)
We want all the smoke like that hookah shit (Like that hookah shit)
You say that you a demon, go and prove it then (Go and prove it then)
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)

[Verse 2]
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)
If you ain't talking bands, bitch, don't move your lips (Shh)
Ain't ducking no smoke, no matter who it is (No matter who it is)
With the Glock, I act a fool like I'm Ludacris (Like I'm Ludacris)
Geekin' on a bitch, watch me do my dance (Watch me do my dance)
She suck me like a pro, she do it with no hands (Do it with no hands)

[Chorus]
Fucking on that clown, you a goofy bitch (You a goofy bitch)
I blew the back out on a groupie bitch (On a groupie bitch)
Fuck a stock tool, we shooting movie clips (Buh, buh, buh)
Chase a nigga down in these Louis kicks (In these Louis kicks)
Hop up out that 'Cat and get to shooting shit (Get to shooting shit)
We want all the smoke like that hookah shit (Like that hookah shit)
You say that you a demon, go and prove it then (Go and prove it then)
She asked me if I'm real, bitch, I'm too legit (Bitch, I'm too legit)