Rexx Life Raj Mistletoe (feat. Ymtk)
[Verse 1: Rexx Life Raj]
Look
Know I been the man since a lunch box
Coming up, we ain't ever think about a masters
We was tryna master a jump shot
Or find a hole behind a run block
But know I had a special team like it's plimp block
But our special T was a punchline
Tryna make a stick like a gumdrop
But we'll cut a bitch like a lunch line
We'll cut a bitch like a nigga used to cut out class
To puff and pass, with my bro
If you bring that hoe, she better bring some cash
She can't freeload off my smoke
Know my ego been on swole
Watermelon head with a wallet that reciprocated
Ay, I got a long way to go but the way they talk to me is like a nigga made it, f..ck no
Sleep for the weak, niggas knowing what I'm loved for
RIP to Mack, keep it cut though
Just a Berkeley nigga probably tripping, throwing peace signs
f..cking with some killers from the East Side
Oh, and crease ground for everybody that's squished up
They lost hope when we hit a hiccup
You gave me doubts, hom' when I just needed a pickup
Now I'm like an F-150 doing chinups
f..ck niggas, all I got is this Rexx Life shit
Giving out diamonds, I've been dropping gems like
Bruh, you don't see the treasure chest right here
Emoji prayer hands, we bless right here
Remnants from white girls who left right here
Cocaine and Jamie, it's a mess right here
Woah, but no judgements
The way I'm raining on niggas hope your timeline flooded, ay
[Hook: Rexx Life Raj]
I've been making waves, all these niggas know
We too old to be broke, I've been getting dough
They katted in the past, you know niggas hoes
Now they stop and kiss my ass, mistletoe
[Verse 2: Ymtk]
f..ck a million times in a week, we don't even speak
Hit her with a text for the creek, make the kitty leak
Make her knees weak, she make out with my mini-me
Sick of that, make her my dick as a remedy
Roll it up, burn it we coughing the killer weed
Pour it at the tip, we sipping the Hennessy
I'm in it to win it, so I'm in it deep
In a minute we just take it where I need
Now roll up, chops, and chop down in a tree
I never trust cops, but I cop police
Drums and I make beats, make headers, make stanky faces when we take leaks
See that's the shit, just smell me
She just kiss and tell me, I got the doors locked up so that bitch embel me
Oh, I'm in the motherfucking house
Hop in all these motherfucking couches, blouses
Y'all just some motherfucking slouches
Trash, all you niggas sound like roaches
Oscars, you'd probably win that
If m.a.d.d was a rodent, you'd probably get casted
Basses, every single song we just put it in the casket
Get blasted, then it's ashes to ashes
Making these waves 'til we tip over your raft
Bitch, cuz both our asses, nigga, me and Raji
[Hook: Rexx Life Raj]
I've been making waves, all these niggas know
We too old to be broke, I've been getting dough
They katted in the past, you know niggas hoes
Now they stop and kiss my ass, mistletoe
[Outro: Instrumental]
