5$TAR (Song Wars)
[Chorus]
(Rex, Rex)
Gotta keep my folks around
And that bitch on dick, no doubt
She won't peep I ain't been in the house
I don't give no fucks about it, that other shit you talking about
Hey
[Post-Chorus]
Big bags, fill the road up, aye, fuck my soul up
Bitch, I'm not social, blessed, got my [?]'s up
No, I can't coach ya, baby, you tryna throw some?
[Bridge]
Yeah-aye, I said yeah-aye
I said yeah-aye, I said yeah-aye
Haha
[Verse]
Uhuh, cool
Uh, Yeah
Velocity going up, I ain't getting tired
Throw away my emotions, I'm strategic with my desires, huh
Don't go in the ocean, your two feet duct tape the tires
Bitch I'm in the club, my youngins be on fire
She say she saw me a dork, bitch, you a liar
Peanut butter G19 for whеn its dire, yeah, its dire
My fucking stars is up and yall rеtire, gang
[Interlude]
(Rex, Rex)
N***as think this shit a fucking game, boy
I ain't- I ain't playing 'bout shit, n***a
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, heh
N***as think I'm playing with this shit, hell nah
[Verse 2]
Call my 5$TAR up, like 'Twin, lets go, lets nail some' (Come on)
Stay with the rulers, we posted with swords, we finna impale some' (Uuh)
I'm finna be so up, like two thousand feet in the air or some'
They tryna reach me out, but when I was down, they ain't hearing none' (I ain't hearing none')
Fuck you n***as talking about, n***a?
Hah
Yeah, I do this shit with the most swag, n***a, the youngins, the best
Youngin shit, you already fucking know (Come on)
[Chorus]
(Rex, Rex)
Yeah
Keep my folks around
And that bitch on dick, no doubt
She won't peep I ain't been in the house
I don't give no fucks about it, that other shit you talking about, ooh woah
Hey
[Outro]
Effortless, no stylist
I don't give up, n***a
(Rex, Rex)
Gotta keep my folks around
And that bitch on dick, no doubt
She won't peep I ain't been in the house
I don't give no fucks about it, that other shit you talking about
Hey
[Post-Chorus]
Big bags, fill the road up, aye, fuck my soul up
Bitch, I'm not social, blessed, got my [?]'s up
No, I can't coach ya, baby, you tryna throw some?
[Bridge]
Yeah-aye, I said yeah-aye
I said yeah-aye, I said yeah-aye
Haha
[Verse]
Uhuh, cool
Uh, Yeah
Velocity going up, I ain't getting tired
Throw away my emotions, I'm strategic with my desires, huh
Don't go in the ocean, your two feet duct tape the tires
Bitch I'm in the club, my youngins be on fire
She say she saw me a dork, bitch, you a liar
Peanut butter G19 for whеn its dire, yeah, its dire
My fucking stars is up and yall rеtire, gang
[Interlude]
(Rex, Rex)
N***as think this shit a fucking game, boy
I ain't- I ain't playing 'bout shit, n***a
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, heh
N***as think I'm playing with this shit, hell nah
[Verse 2]
Call my 5$TAR up, like 'Twin, lets go, lets nail some' (Come on)
Stay with the rulers, we posted with swords, we finna impale some' (Uuh)
I'm finna be so up, like two thousand feet in the air or some'
They tryna reach me out, but when I was down, they ain't hearing none' (I ain't hearing none')
Fuck you n***as talking about, n***a?
Hah
Yeah, I do this shit with the most swag, n***a, the youngins, the best
Youngin shit, you already fucking know (Come on)
[Chorus]
(Rex, Rex)
Yeah
Keep my folks around
And that bitch on dick, no doubt
She won't peep I ain't been in the house
I don't give no fucks about it, that other shit you talking about, ooh woah
Hey
[Outro]
Effortless, no stylist
I don't give up, n***a