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Rex, Rex
[Chorus]
b*tch i’m Tryna Pop sh*t
Don’t Believe me watch this
Better stop with all that Nonsense
Know some n*ggas from the west side
Yea from Compton
n*ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
No we not locked in
Richard Mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f*ck that b*tch but i can’t give her a kiss
Never trust em cause these n*ggas gone switch
Up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
R3CK Up it swear to God he won’t miss
Stop Talking boy you not with the sh*ts
I bet that i crack her like Ritz
Emo b*tch she had slits on her wrist
[Verse]
Had your moment
That b*tch going
Losing focus
Za smoke potent
Rappin sh*t up in my gеnes
Had to slow down on codeine
Now i’m back to smoking weed b*tch
Promisе n*ggas never seen sh*t
Momma said i wouldn’t be sh*t
Now i’m chillin with the demons
Now these b*tches eating semen
I’m just tryna f*ck a mean b*tch
Why the f*ck you moving green b*tch
Had to leave her ass on seen b*tch
I can’t even f*cking read this
Broke boy up some cheese b*tch
Back there i’m counting checks huh
Warrant out for my arrest b*tch
More or more or more or less huh
I can’t even lie i’m blessed huh
Where the f*ck the percocets b*tch
Had to hit my n*gga rex b*tch
Where the f*ck these n*ggas at b*tch
I don’t wanna do that chat sh*t
pus*y n*gga where you at b*tch
I’ll never ever lack b*tch
Damn yo ass so fat b*tch
I’m tryna play with that cat b*tch
That sh*t made me laugh b*tch
These n*ggas be acting catfish
Why can’t i move past it
Make em disappear like it’s magic
Heart so cold
Lord i don’t know
I count a roll
She give me head honor roll
Most these n*ggas been hoes
They tryna switch on they bro
b*tch i already know
That’s why i can’t even go
Huh let the chop sang
Let the chop bang
I can’t feel my uh yea
I can’t feel my brain
Think this sh*t a game pus*y
Stay up in your lane
All this grit and grain
This b*tch suck me up insane
[Chorus]
b*tch i’m Tryna Pop sh*t
Don’t Believe me watch this
Better stop with all that Nonsense
Know some n*ggas from the west side
Yea from Compton
n*ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
No we not locked in
Richard Mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f*ck that b*tch but i can’t give her a kiss
Never trust em cause these n*ggas gone switch
Up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
R3CK Up it swear to God he won’t miss
Stop Talking boy you not with the sh*ts
I bet that i crack her like Ritz
Emo b*tch she had slits on her