M.R.E.X.

[Key Glock: Mr. Rex]

I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em
I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher
5.56s sound like a missile
Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you"
I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols
Fuck these hoes, money on my mental
Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled

(THcT NIGGc)

I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em
I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher
5.56s sound like a missile
Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you"
I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols
Fuck these hoes, money on my mental
Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled

(GOTDcMN THcT NIGGc NICE)

Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that
Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that
Motherfuck your feedback
Nigga you can keep that
I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that
Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag
I was 14 already in the deep end
15 years old when I first robbed the weed man
Turned 16, Glock 17 extended
18, 19, made my first million
20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren
You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats
Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies
Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin'

[Young Nudy: MRE]

I got G.I. Joes
Big gun bitch
cnd we bombin' bombin' bitch
C4
cnd I'm big dog, BEO
Play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc'
Smokin' a nigga like purple
Star frames on my face
I can't see shit like I'm Urkel
Trappin' whenever my thing
Nigga I could not be no worker
Cock it-Cock it and let it bang-bang
Take some shit from all they workers
Damn nig-Damn-Damn-damn nigga my main
I can see how that bitch workin'
Had to up my aim
I had to up my name

My money good got the baddest lil' bitches
My money long and them facts, no fiction
Money talkin' right now shut up and listen
My diamonds hittin' like Sonny Liston
I fucked around, put some stones in my dentals
These niggas broke and I think they should fix it
I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em
I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher
5.56s
Sound like a missile
Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you"
I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols
Fuck these hoes, money on my mental
Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled
Yeah
Lame-ass niggas got-got me tickled

If you switch on me you stuck on the other side you can die
Got no remorse for my enemy most of them niggas fried
I'm the type of nigga that a pussy nigga cannot try
Get your name and roll it up in paper, call you that new 'za

I got G.I. Joes
Big gun bitch
cnd we bombin' bombin' bitch
C4
cnd I'm big dog, BEO
Play with me, we cut your throat
Yeah, believe in a Perc'
Smokin' a nigga like purple
Star frames on my face
I can't see shit like I'm Urkel

Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that
Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that
Motherfuck your feedback
Nigga you can keep that
I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that
Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag
I was 14 already in the deep end
15 years old when I first robbed the weed man
Turned 16, Glock 17 extended
18, 19, made my first million
20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren
You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats
Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies
Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin'
(Yuh yuh yuh...)

(GOT, GOT, GOT, GOT)

(GOT)