[Intro]

Rex, Rex

I’m good, I’m good

Yeah, yeah, I got it

[Chorus]

In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin, that’s the code

Okay brother, flavor that shit for the low

He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe

Tryna band for band me, but you broke

Try to up the ante, but you choke

See I’m acting anti, yeah, that’s the code

I'm in Dallas with that bitch, I’m with her and her palace (Yeah)

All groupies bitches all lickin’ their panties (Yeah)

All my brothers was sleepin’ on pallets

Been smokin’, bitch, feelin’ like an addict

When they search for that shit in the attic

Really shootin’ from deep, March Madness, huh

[Verse]

I ain’t heard a word that Simon says

I Just need a Perc’, alivе again (Alive again)

Get a nigga murderеd for my twin, get a nigga murdered for my friends (Friends)

Poppin’ shit, put Birkin on my bitch, most these rappin’ niggas are my kids (All my kids)

All the shit, I dirtied up the Rick’s

Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids

Black truck like Batman on the tint, Batman, got masked man in your crib (Yeah)

That shit cap, don’t care how you live, my nigga uppin’ straps if shit get real

Tryna chase a bag, I need me a mill’, bitch, I’m tryna hire twenty, need it for real

Stay low, we like low beams on the drill

It’s time to go, time to go, I'm takin’ a pill, bitch

Haha-ayy, run it back, ayy, run it back

Run it back, yeah, I got it

[Chorus]

In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin, that’s the code

Okay brother, flavor that shit for the low (The low)

He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe (Ooh)

Tryna band for band me, but you broke

Try to up the ante, but you choke

See I’m acting anti, yeah, that’s the code

I'm in Dallas with that bitch, I’m with her and her palace (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

All groupie bitches all lickin’ their panties (Yeah)

All my brothers was sleepin’ on pallets

Been smokin’, bitch, feelin’ like addict

When they search for that shit in the attic

Really Shootin’ from deep, March Madness

March Madness, ooh, March Madness

[Outro]

I ain’t heard a word that Simon says

I Just need a Perc’, alive again

Get a nigga murdered for my twin, get a nigga murdered for my friends (Friends)

Poppin’ shit, put Birkin on my bitch, most these rappin’ niggas are my kids (Are my kids)

Momma shit, I dirtied up the Rick’s (Huh)

Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids

Black truck like Batman on the tint, Batman, got masked man in your crib

That shit cap, don’t care how you live, my nigga uppin’ straps if shit get real

Tryna chase a bag, I need me a mill’, bitch, I’m tryna hire twenty, need it for real

Stay low, we like low beams on the drill

It’s time to go, time to go, I'm takin’ a pill, bitch