Hugh Augustine
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{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
{Verse 1}
I'm a cool cat but I got a short fuse
Brand new {?}, with a bad attitude
And I'm smokin' that kush 'cause it put me in a mood
Make that money, make the moves
Nothin' funny bout the way some people dyin' for they {?}
Young nigga still {?} bitch
Niggas couldn't kill me I got the heart of a lion
Lately I've been hungry, I'ma go and super-size it
Pull up in yo' hood, hop out, and then I neutralize it
Ain't that so exciting, when I show my face they know it's on
Oh I feel so dubious that's why I'm ridin' on my own
But I love the light (huh), snitchin' on my self
I ain't getting caught down low 'cause I don't need no help
{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
{Verse 2}
I'm really with the shit so I've been tryna calm down
Tryna cool off, 'fore I blow your head off
Tryna learn patience, tryna learn trust
But niggas still hatin' finna get they head {?}
I want a 357, with 38 bullets
Tryna keep it together, hope I don't need to pull it
Livin' life so crooked, my past, man, I can't shake it
All I need is a big booty up in my face, but lately
Pussy make me feel better
Take a shower, I'm super clean
Activating my dopamine
Blowin' dro with the shoulder lean
No safety on the 40, man, it might go off
These niggas snitchin' to the police 'cause they like to talk
That's why I'm chillin' low-key, really out the way
But if you need a playa, I'll be right around the way
{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
Xtras was written by Hugh Augustine.
Xtras was produced by Rory Behr.
Hugh Augustine released Xtras on Fri Mar 02 2018.