Very Legendary lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H]
American Psycho, two black hoes
Them b*tches is dikes though
Say they like white though
Roll me a blunt and I beat it like Michael
The baddest n*gga, yup
Samoan b*tch, Hawaiian skunk
She suck my di*k, I light my blunt
Swear this ain't the life for chumps
I worked for this, did dirt for this
n*ggas caught time, and they served the sh*t
Couple a funeral services
Dare a n*gga say I don't deserve this, b*tch
Hit a acid on a tongue, n*gga rachet
Put the pus*y in a casket
Weed habit like a addict
Seeing money off this rap sh*t
Got me spitting like a 'matic
Click clack, bang, bang
H'z motherf*cker, n*ggas know what I claim
Since a teenager twist my fingers up the same
Wake up, smoke a pound, then I'm p*ssing champagne
Broke n*ggas, get your bread up
And all you pus*y ass n*ggas, don't get yo' f*cking head bust
Enough drugs to be dead son
Screaming "free my f*cking n*ggas" 'til the feds come
[Vers 2: RetcH]
Met a bad b*tch off Instagram
She said she heard my song, became a insta fan
And she be popping Xans, and we be smoking grams
And she be snorting grams, then I remove her pants
And then I stick it in and act a hooligan
Then I bust a nut, where my loosies man
Then I tell that b*tch that I need a Maserati
Gas her up like she gon' be riding shotty
In my tiny jeans I like to party party
Standing on the couch, it's getting rowdy rowdy
Three b*tches for me, you know I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Another VIP, it's getting cloudy cloudy
Last year I grew up, and you wouldn't believe it
Now my b*tches are real, and she screaming Jesus
So she sipping [?] eating reeses pieces
Shorty rub my back while she feed me peaches
Black n*gga, fresh up out ocean
Ashy skin, man I need some lotion
I be getting high, yeah I'm smoking potent
And my b*tch be popping, yeah that b*tch be rolling
[?] in my system, tell that b*tch I bleed cognac
And I smoke weed like I throw that
And I got the 'Lo shorts matching with the 'Lo hat
I be hitting licks in my Polo, call me Lojack
[Verse 3: A$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*ck