Put On lyrics

[Part 1]

[Verse]
'Cause I will be a freak until the day, until the dawn
And I could pump, pumping that thing
Might be in love with that thing
It make me feel some type of way, I might be drunk off that thing
I'm going dumb in that thing
I'm no rookie down south, with a mouth full of girl scout cookies
I'm a f*cking Rexx, yea
Triple X, hit it from the front, back, side, triple threat
Goddamnit if ya
(If you look this good) I wonder how it taste
On some Rexx Life sh*t, just put it, right on my face
I'm nasty, don't ask me, I love clapping ass cheeks
I'll make that sh*t clap girl, make that sh*t clap
Imma do it for the hood, do it for the hood
I wish you would come in here looking good
Goddamnit if ya

[Refrain]
If you look this good, I want to have a taste
Baby if I touch your body, you can scream my name
Would you look this good, I want to have a taste
Baby if I touch your body, you can scream my name
[Part 2]

[Bridge]
Who gon', who gon' put on
Who gon', who gon' put on
I will, I will my n*gga
I will, I will my n*gga
Who gon', who gon' put on
Who gon', who gon' put on
I will, I will my n*gga
I will, I will my n*gga

[Verse]
Look, the thing is bruh, I been rawer than everybody
In '08 on the track I was catching bodies
When it used to be cool to drive Lexus coupes
I would admire my Regal like a Maserati
I was shotgun with Cole, all in the rich
He was hitting D-Boy all in the bricks
Jamar was still thuggin on 85th
Goon Squad made hits, n*gga play The Fence
I was on some FYI sh*t, that super fly sh*t
Now I forever bang for that Devin gang, uh
All to say, I been sonnin' these n*ggas
So oh no, I am not one of these n*ggas
Don't confuse me with n*ggas losing and not improving
I got it and they are not it, like a shoe string, yea
(Shout out Dakota, he told me, "Get off these n*ggas")
Look, verbally assault n*ggas, I done let 'em live
Imma off n*ggas, I'm an alien, I wanna [?] n*ggas
Tell 'em take the mask off, b*tch I'm hot as summertime asphalt
Lennie, why these n*ggas off bath salts?
But I'm like 'boutta rap my motherf*cking ass off
Cut a b*tch off like hacksaw, Jim Duggan
My n*ggas been thuggin, yea they play the corner like the number eight black ball
I just want riches and riches and riches
Followed by b*tches and b*tches and b*tches
All that sh*t you say you got is fictitious
I'm off of this Addie I'm feeling limitless
I'm one with the universe now, the stars are aligned
I would tell you trust me but I trust myself
I'm playing this game with these cards I was dealt
I'm out of the box take your mind out the shell, uh
That's word to my momma
I'm just a Berkeley n*gga blowing on ganja
I'm too positive to do drama
I'm that starving kid and you Ghanda, hungry
n*ggas feel some type of way then I must be
Going crazy for n*ggas that say f*ck me
You the same bruh in high school, all musty
Ol' stanky ass boy, fatass
All I wanna do is eat a Twinkie ass boy, jaggin off the pinky ass boy
Oh you don't get no pus*y ass boy, Dikembe lookin ass boy
Lemme stop playin'
I'm so anti-complacent, I'm one with the money adjacent
You should pay homage you know I'm a legend in making
Rexx Daddy