Extra

“Aye KBeaZy, you fyed up?”
Lemme fuck your bestfriends pull up in a Tesla
Promise I got big bands baby I got extra
When I’m in the kitchen I be cookin’ like dexta
Huh, flexed up, baby girl I’m flexed up
Next up 44 year outsides messed up
Catch up, RIP my haters Iike rest up
Blessed up, Gucci flips and money on my dressa
Huh, yessir, gettin money yessir
Know my haters mad I got a milli in the bank now
I was stuck outside now I’m in clubs and hoes in drank now
Oh fuck yeah, life lookin lit now
Everything I touch and hit, foreign hoes and foreign whips
Shawty shawty shawty can you tell that I got mad hoes?
I used to be broke while they say shit now I got mad clothes
I’m in nose in drive with a bad bitch
They used to laugh at me now a nigga livin’ lavish
I’m not 21 but a nigga still a savage
My bitches so bad you would think they was a catfish
I cannot wipe no thot you touch that hoe and turn to acid
My pockets got fat as fuck I think they need a talif
Lemme fuck yo bestfriends pull up in a Tesla
Promise I got big bands baby I got extra
When I’m in that kitchen I be cookin’ like dexta
Huh, flexed up, baby girl I’m flexed up
Next up, 44 year outsides messed up
Catch up, RIP my haters like rest up
Blessed up, Gucci flips and money on my dressa
Huh, yessir, gettin money yessir
Young Ty
“The real Ty James”