Xtra

[Hook]
I swear to god I'm feelin extra extra
All these diamonds on my necka dripping
I swear to god I’m feeling extra extra/
Yo girl I might catch her catch her
I swear to god I'm feeling extra extra
Bustdown Rollie, I'm rollin
I swear to god I’m feeling extra
Fly from my toes to my neck up

[Verse 1]
Every day I wake up wake up
Tell my girl hurry with her make up make up
Catch a flight to Jamaica we rollin
My baby smokin more then me she rollin
Poppin bottles by the beach I'm floating
Feelin wavy like a mafucka she know this
Let me swag do the bragging I'm boasting
I don't do a lot of talkin I show it
Versace on my feet I don't rock no Js
Designer on My Waist i Can tell yours fake
Eating real good I got a empty plate
Louie be my shades I don't see your hate
I'm fucking great

[Hook]
I swear to god I'm feelin extra extra
All these diamonds on my necka dripping
I swear to god I’m feeling extra extra/
Yo girl I might catch her catch her
I swear to god I’m feeling extra extra
Bustdown Rollie, I'm rollin
I swear to god I’m feeling extra
Fly from my toes to my neck up

[Verse 2]
Sippin dusse like it's Paloosa Bebeh
Pimpin I'm recruiting Bebeh
Ladyies be seducin Bebeh
You know how we do it baby
305 to 040 working on my block game
Word to bank I'm rollin dank
Party till the cops came
Fly nigga do fly shit
Poppin bottles gettin rich
Vegan diet that’s all greens
I'm in a foreign with a foreign bitch
Had nothing now I kill em baby you killin Bebeh
With that dress painted to your body looking like a milli babeh

[Hook]
I swear to god I'm feelin extra extra
All these diamonds on my necka dripping
I swear to god I'm feeling extra extra/
Yo girl I might catch her catch her
I swear to god I'm feeling extra extra
Bustdown Rollie, I'm rollin
I swear to god I'm feeling extra
Fly from my toes to my neck up