DJ Drama, Drama and Tyler, The Creator - Legendary

(Legendary)
Yeah
(DJ Drama)
It's Bunny Hop, huh

Um, once upon a time, 2006 if I had to guess
Wheezy F. Baby was provin' to us he was the best
I was kick-pushin' in Diamond Dollars right on my feet
Saved up every penny, sacrifice any meal I can eat
Dedication, uh (woo), Dedication 3, the prequel
Broke my shell, that summer was dedicated to me
Now it's boats and arenas and twenty-thous' in the Beamer
I'm seein' numbers (I'm blessed), I'm doin' the macarena
My big homies pickin' they plays based on the mattress
Yo' big homies hopin' these women claim them on taxes
Google my net worth and I laugh, that's just a fraction
These ideas is stuck in the air, straight doin' backflips
Sweet Georgia peach on my couch, I ate her
The new crib come with a theater, hi, hater
I bike 'round way back to HOV, hi, neighbor
I didn't wanna deal with a mortgage, it's all paper
Big spender, the garage is for big fenders
It's T Baby, red vehicle, wheel bender
We was drinkin' them Shasta's, now we leasin' our masters
Don't you ever forget
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards

Bitch, I'm really like that
Eight cars to my name
Bitch, I'm really like that
Ten years in this shit
Bitch, I'm really like that
I put myself first
Bitch, I'm really like that
I cut a nigga off
Bitch, I'm really like that
I don't fuck with nobody
Bitch, I'm really like that
Young T, Bunny Hop
Bitch, I'm really like that
DJ Drama, Gangsta Grillz
I'm really like that

Written by:
Don Cannon, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Tyree Cinque Simmons, Phillip Chang, Sammy Haig

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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