Extra

[Chorus - F.Y.MOB PIERRE]

I'm smoking on gas, pressure
The bitch on my line she extra

Yea she fine but .. extra
Yeah I fucked the first time I met her

Good d got her crazy I’m tellin ya
Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya

I'm smoking on gas, pressure
The bitch on my line she extra

Yea she fine but .. extra
Yeah I fucked the first time I met her

Good d got her crazy I’m tellin ya
Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya

[VERSE 1 - F.Y.MOB PIERRE]

The shit you just doin I did it
You rap bout the cash but I get it

Feel pressure they fold, niggas tripping
Ain’t bout the cash I won’t listen

The bitch on my line extra
Put dick in her spine, stretched her

Just like a headband I’m ahead of ya
We bout the smoke .. etc

We grinding we chasing them millions
Naw matter fact dawg we chasing them billions

Make you stronger if the shit don’t kill ya
Give a fuck if a nigga don’t feel me

You run up you gon have to kill me
Smokin runtz in a wood no philly

Quit Lean almost fucked my kidneys
Nigga actin stupid cool I got my blicky