Ever wondered what it feels like to be a modern-day legend? Shotgun Willy's lyrical flex is like a masterclass in braggadocio, where he paints himself as the ultimate boss. Genie-granted wishes and fat stacks of cash? Check. Designer threads and wrist bling? Double check. This dude’s living life at full throttle, dunking on haters with Curry-esque precision while dismissing wannabes with a flick of his Prada-clad wrist. He’s got bad bitches lining up like it's a Black Friday sale, and he's not afraid to let you know that his hustle has him feeling like the Pope of the rap game. In short, Willy's not just playing the game; he's rewriting the rulebook and laughing all the way to the bank.
Master Sword
Lyrics
Oof
Genie grant a wish I'm getting rich (huh?)
'Member when I said I hit a lick (huh?)
I don't really wanna fuck the bitch (what?)
Willy went and made another hit
Okay like
Prada on my mothafuckin kid (huh?)
Louis on my mothafuckin hip (huh?)
Curry how I dunk no swish (hey)
Fuck it gonna fuck that bitch (hey)
If you ain't gone fuck with me you a dumb fuck (uh)
Pull up and hit the boy feel like one punch (uh)
Look at my bank and I'm getting dumb rich (uh)
And I'm gonna count it up till a hundred (uh)
I'm just tryna get it Like this like that
Ayy
Willy tell me how you get a bitch like that
Ayy
Listen to yo music man this ain't that
Ayy
Willy tell me how you get yo wrist like that
My pockets fat
Got money stacks
I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey)
I'm coming up
She down to fuck
He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)
My pockets fat
Got money stacks
I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey)
I'm coming up
She down to fuck
He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)
Round one like Ike I fight (mm-hm)
In the kitchen I'm whippin' like Betty White (mm-hm)
Bad bitch on my list like Light (mm-hm)
I been killin' the business feel like I'm Dwight (mm-hm)
Big bones 'cause ya boy still breast feed (hey)
Bad bitch wanna be my bestie (ouh)
New ice my wrist like jet ski (wet)
Talk shit get hit don't test me (hey)
Runnin' and runnin' and don't ever stop got a mac in the back and we let that shit pop (hey)
Ayy, pull up and skrrt out the lot
See I don't got no time but my wrist got a watch
Hunnid on hunnid get stuffed in a sock and I don't chase a bitch only after the guap
Ay wrist and my drink on the rocks
See I Can't fuck that bitch if her dad is a cop
Bummin' and bummin' these kids wanna be me 'cause everything from me go straight to the top (hey)
Ay made a few bands off a single and end of the day you can't piss in a pot
(Bitch you broke)
Started getting famous now I'm feeling like the pope
Spending time in Vegas 'boutta make a lot of dough
Quick scope no scope you hoes on ghost
Deep throat my load my hoe don't choke
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda (yah, hey)
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda (ha? What?)
Sorry don't know what to tell ya
Sorry don't know what to tell ya (ha, hey)
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda
Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda
My pockets fat
Got money stacks
I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey)
I'm coming up
She down to fuck
He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)
Writer(s): Joshua Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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