Extra Cool ft. Extra Blunt Lyrics

I get the drip and they swear its illegal

Killing the streets and i might get the needle

Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah

Go rock out a stage i might rock with the beetles

Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher

The money my bible might call me the preacher

If you be trappin I might get to meet you

You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya

Give me ten bands and you might get a feature

Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures

Get me a pack and i bring it right back

If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers

That's what you get for not minding your business I sip the codeine it drip from my kidneys

Fly out to cali we aint heard of no drought

Locked in with pinkies I'm straight from the south Hustle the block trying to bring me a M back

Moving the weight like a gym rat

Sending them shots where yo limbs at

Its a big boss in the building

Nigga say he down then I'm in it

I aint been around in a minute

Pull straight up and you know I'm in the hood

Niggas got beef but you know its all good

Might take yo bitch make her feel that wood

She never been with a real one

We taking it over no pilgrims

We was just broke but now we got millions

Told them little broke niggas get out they feelings

I aint got feelings like I aint got ceilings

And I aint got ceilings like I aint got kidneys

Ima stack these digits

Ima cop that Bentley

Left eye that hoe knock out her chili

Chain and my charm these rocks getting chili

All these diamonds dont make no sense

That bitch on the pole trying to make that rent

Baby pour a couple lines make you feel like this

Pour up I need a new soda boy

Bobby boucher I'm the water boy

Nigga need something I can feel on something I can feel on

Clip on my hip that steel long money getting real long

I get the drip and they swear its illegal

Killing the streets and I might get the needle

Trap out them spots they might called me a cheetah

Go rock out a stage I might rock with the beetles

Teach you them numbers they call me a teacher

The money my bible might call me the preacher

If you be trappin I might get to meet you

You play with my potnas like drums we might beat ya

Give me ten bands and you might get a feature

Standing in traps I'm with goblins and creatures

Get me a pack and I bring it right back

If you give me a ball and they scream from the bleachers