Issa Rex

Issa bird, Issa jet
Issa GOAT, nah Issa Rex
He don't wanna do no song with me, I come correct
Whoop him in the crowd like I'm Ron Artest
Issa dub, nah he a bitch, issa song, nah issa threat
Don't know who done raised you, but don't play 'bout respect
Don't care how you came, Imma get yo ass left

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slide on me baby, this ain't what you want
Don't know what I be doing, I'm just doing what they don't
Talk crazy on the net when I see him, he a ghost
Burnt bread on his head, you would think I'm making toast, whoa
Slide on me baby told 'em this ain't what you want
Line them bitches up, then get them bitches gone
Imma ride for my brothers, told 'em Imma do the most
Line them bitches up, then get them bitches gone

I'm a boondocks baby, lil country, lil hood
Any circle I done ran with, feel misunderstood
He ain't never gon' try me, but I really wish he would
Imma leave him sleeping in the parking lot like I'm Suge
I was 18, putting 3-5's in a wood
Peyton Manning, KD, check the numbers, bitch I'm good
I was 21 and made 2K up off a hook
Now I'm balling like I'm Dame on the cover of that game
I don't really think they ever understand what I'm saying
I ain't never really even had a plan for my pain
Like I only got one outfit, I ain't gon' change
It's the same old shit, just a brand new day

Issa bird, Issa jet
Issa GOAT, nah Issa Rex
He don't wanna do no song with me, I come correct
Whoop him in the crowd like I'm Ron Artest
Issa dub, nah he a bitch, issa song, nah issa threat
Don't know who done raised you, but don't play 'bout respect
Don't care how you came, Imma get yo ass left

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Slide on me baby told 'em this ain't what you want
Line them bitches up, then get them bitches gone
Imma ride for my brothers, told 'em Imma do the most
Line them bitches up, then get them bitches gon



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Writer(s): Grant Sanger
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