Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
rexv2
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
lerone james
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
rexv2
Producer
Lyrics
Green beam on the Glock (Glock)
VVs, 3D on the rock (Rock)
And she PP, eat the cock (Slide)
In a G3D with a chop' (Free, free)
Huh, get hit with that mop
**** get boomed, **** talk shit, got popped
Drugs I consume, but I'm still peepin' on rocks
Guns in this room, I fell asleep with my mop (Yeah)
You ain't never played with no bands (Bands)
I'm in LA, fuckin' two fans (Woah)
Gettin' top all day, shorty, no hands
Fuckin' up the parlay, gotta try again (Woah, oh yeah)
Get to the hard way, know a **** win
Free all my members stuck in that pen' (Yeah, oh)
Ask if I'm with her, it really depends
Balenci' slippers, Helmut Lang pants, oh
Pints in the back, pints in the back (In the back)
**** want the cash, so I like that (Shit, shit)
Shorty throw it— shorty throw it back, I like that
Y-Yeah, diamonds on my neck, bright like that (Oh)
Riding 'round, twin TECs, that's a life snatch
**** tryna be Rex, give my life back
Yeah, I'm repressin' on the Perc', can't fight back (Fight)
Gang took your members from your turf, it's a hijack
Gotta wait, gotta wait for the truck, gotta wait (Gotta wait)
Get away from the cops, get away (Get away)
Twenty-eight from my Glock, twenty-eight
Ah, dinner date? I cannot dinner date
In this bar with this girl and her lace (Ah)
Hit from behind with this girl, pull her lace
Get hit with this fire, what the fuck is some mace?
He slick, he left behind, tryna run at my pace
Good drugs, good drugs in my face, yeah (Oh)
Bad hoes, bad hoes in my place (Woah)
Back up and give me my space
I can't see shit, I got twenties in my face
Been up, lil' Rex elevate
Big bucks, I got hella, mate (Oh)
You a lie, every time I'ma tell it straight
Gettin' high, every time I'ma medicate (Slide, slide, slide)
Green beam on the Glock
VVs, 3D on the rock (Rock)
And she PP, eat the cock (Slide)
In a G3D with a chop' (Free, free)
Huh, get hit with that mop
**** get boomed, **** talk shit, got popped
Drugs I consume, but I'm still peepin' on rocks
Guns in this room, I fell asleep with my mop (Yeah)
You ain't never played with no bands (Bands)
I'm in LA, fuckin' two fans (Woah)
Gettin' top all day, shorty, no hands
Fuckin' up the parlay, gotta try again (Oh yeah)
Get to the hard way, know a **** win
Free all my members stuck in that pen' (Yeah, oh)
Ask if I'm with her, it really depends
Balenci' slippers, Helmut Lang pants, oh
Pints in the back, pints in the back (In the back)
**** want the cash, so I like that
Shorty throw it— shorty throw it back, I like that
Yeah, diamonds on my neck, bright like that
Riding 'round, twin TECs, that's a life snatch
**** tryna be Rex, give my life back
Yeah, I'm repressin' on the Perc', can't fight back (Can't fight, can't fight)
Written by: lerone james
