Put On

(album: Hidden Clouds - 2014)

'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 fucking 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 shit, just put it, right on my face
I'm nasty, don't ask me, I love clapping ass cheeks
I'll make that shit clap girl, make that shit clap
Imma do it for the hood, do it for the hood
I wish you would come in here looking good
Goddamnit if ya

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

Who gon', who gon' put on
Who gon', who gon' put on
I will, I will my nigga
I will, I will my nigga
Who gon', who gon' put on
Who gon', who gon' put on
I will, I will my nigga
I will, I will my nigga

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, nigga play The Fence
I was on some FYI shit, that super fly shit
Now I forever bang for that Devin gang, uh
All to say, I been sonning these niggas
So oh no, I am not one of these niggas
Don't confuse me with niggas 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 niggas")
Look, verbally assault niggas, I done let 'em live
Imma off niggas, I'm an alien, I wanna [?] niggas
Tell 'em take the mask off, bitch I'm hot as summertime asphalt
Lennie, why these niggas off bath salts?
But I'm like 'boutta rap my motherfucking ass off
Cut a bitch off like hacksaw, Jim Duggan
My niggas been thuggin, yea they play the corner like the number eight black ball
I just want riches and riches and riches
Followed by bitches and bitches and bitches
All that shit 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 nigga blowing on ganja
I'm too positive to do drama
I'm that starving kid and you Ghanda, hungry
Niggas feel some type of way then I must be
Going crazy for niggas that say fuck 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 pussy ass boy, Dikembe lookin ass boy
Lemme stop playing
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