[Chorus: rexv2]
(Uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I get geeked up out my chest (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in that Jeep truck, I'm like, "Yes"
Smoke cheese pizza, this shit stress (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Hey, nice to meet ya, I'm lil' Rex
Bad bitch, diva, she don't even text (Hol' up)
Said she a Libra, that shit the best (Hol' up, yeah)
What am I smoking on? (Hol' up)
What the fuck goin' on? (Hol' up)
Za smoke fill up the whole bong (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
We throwing bullets like, "Go long" (Hol' up)
How is you up? We don't know songs (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I done went up like, "So long" (Hol' up)
Call lil' twin, what the bros on? (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Right wrist, put my shit Frozone (Hol' up)
[Verse 1: rexv2]
White bitch eat wit' her nose, uh
And she tryna ride like Rover (Bih)
All in my squeeze like GoGo (Bih)
No, we ain't sippin' Four Loko (Bitch)
I'm sippin' red like Rojo, yeah (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And ion know bitches, ion know hoes (Yes, hol' up)
She fuckin' on camera like GoPro (Yeah, hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Sipping on purple like Gojo
V2, I'm with V-Slat, in a V8
Ryuk got a Gen 5, and a G8
Peeyew, finna get high, smoking shit stain
Eagle, on my whole neck, this a big chain
Emu, I'm a big bird, getting too fly
See-through, on the Richard Mil', this a rich thing
Woke up wit' no racks, I'm havin' a good day, 'least that's s– (Look)
(Uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I smoke zaza, I roll K' (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I jus' get top-top, ion do dates
I'm in a high-rise, check my state (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You workin' at Five Guys, crib on the lake
And imma jus' nod off, sipping on grape (Hol' up)
She giving me jaw 'cause I triple yo' rank (Hol' up)
[Verse 2: 2facedlon]
This shit so strong, it's hitting my chest
High as fuck, as can get, yeah
Bad bitch, she obsessed, yeah
I don't know how, we just met
I don't know how, but I'm in it
She wan' fuck me 'cause I'm spendin'
She wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit now
I cannot fuck you, 'cause you get 'round
When 'em bullets flyin', nigga, get down
Smokin' big za, this a shithouse
Finna go bussdown on a kit now
Hella bands now, I'm legit now
Hella bands now, you can see
She get what she want, I ain't cheap
I put red bottoms on her feet
I put VVS's in her teeth, yuh, yuh
[Chorus: rexv2]
(Uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I get geeked up out my chest (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm in that Jeep truck, I'm like, "Yes"
Smoke cheese pizza, this shit stress (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Hey, nice to meet ya, I'm lil' Rex
Bad bitch, diva, she don't even text (Hol' up)
Said she a Libra, that shit the best (Hol' up, yeah)
What am I smoking on? (Hol' up)
What the fuck goin' on? (Hol' up)
Za smoke fill up the whole bong (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
We throwing bullets like, "Go long" (Hol' up)
How is you up? We don't know songs (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I done went up like, "So long" (Hol' up)
Call lil' twin, what the bros on? (Hol' up, uh-yuh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Right wrist, put my shit Frozone (Hol' up)