Rex Mundi - Watch Us Fly! (feat. Destroy Ev)

Wassup in the sky
Hit em it's a jet
Balling, watch us fly
Sinning with my set

Tell me bruh just what did you expect

I'm killing and crashing
Moving and passing
Teaming and tagging
Bagging I'm dragging

Walk up out the ship
I'm asking rex where the thots at
Like where yo thoughts at?

Twin up in the cut
I feel the vibes
I'm looking back back

Now a days got always something working
Peep the chest tat
Branded on the skin
I work too hard

I never side track
Don't need to fuckin talk fast

I give it how it is
You see us prosper
Ain't no show cast

Freeworld, got my team
Why is Rino sipping dreams
She can't touch on me
Then why this girl in love with me

She get jiggy, dancing
Just like redda on the beat
Hi hats been jumping
Like Van Halen, take a seat

Money deep
I'm gone work that bag up, let me eat!

The clique so locked in
Even got runners in the lead

We gone' rock the shows like Adam, eve
Lord forgive us for our sins
I'm tryna fucking eat
I'm trying peak

We unload then go
Or pull up load and go
You asking where he go

Oh yea he 6 below
Not enough snow
Could catch his fall
Now from these bullets hoe

He cold no eskimo
Or him too

Talking bout his case dude
We goin send him up or down too
We booting em up no Quaaludes

We was sliding round in preludes
Praying on the city that's true
All while she fornicating
Twisting it up and then we serve you

Ignored I tried to curve you
You hit me so its foul you
I hid the secrets at the bayou
You telling so you flawing

Catatonics make me pull up
And spray ya house up regardless
Hit the marly
Flick on the window pane

And ash that bitch to dust
Ride off Harley
Zipping zooming
Cut off traffic

Know they clueless
They ain't fucking me
A Freeworld how I'm moving
Oh yes I'm groovy

Little bitch hold my toolie
I love the squeeze of the Uzi
Bitch, lugubrious
How I been feeling on my stupid shit

Keep this clip
For the movies bitch
And this mag now for reading shit

You should never know I got it
But know I got it
So do not test me bitch

I'm moving heavenly and real elegant
I'm sneaking the pole to the gala bitch
I been on a roll know I'm spiraling
In too much control, not allowed of it

They goin want me real dead
And I count on it

Shots missed my head
I was counting em

Out the grave I rise
I was out of it

Jump in with me
And I'm drowning ya

The fuck he think he is now testing me bro
I been the type to come around
Knock him off and all his bros

What did he expect
Investing in them tecs

His opps is probably a bankroll
Leave him real dead

Mother left in dread
Leaving em' all to think like

What did you expect

Written by:
evan morgan, gabriel sa

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