Mistletoe - Rexx Life Raj, Ymtk

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,

fuck 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

Fucking 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

Fuck 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

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

Fuck 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, cause both our asses, nigga, me and Raji

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