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Extras (remix) - Roadrunner tb Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: R roadrunner tb | Published: 2024-25-09T04:33:13:00+07:00

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[intro]
(rakz)

[verse 1: roadrunner tb]
get my extras out the blender, gotta scr*pe the sides
k*wop hit one*fifty a gram, come on, let’s take a ride
huh, do a half of this uncut, it’s d*mn near suicide
joe get to twitching off that dog, gon’ let him close his eyes
huh, once you cross that line, it ain’t no coming back
b*tch, i got signed before the city even knew i rap
i ain’t never need no help, i got it out the trap
your boyfriend working n*ggas’ phone, they got him running laps

[chorus: roadrunner tb]
sneak dissing on the ‘book with all that f*cking acting
started putting money on n*ggas’ heads since you n*ggas capping
i hit the work a couple times, but i’m steady taxing
i get a quarter brick and beat it like i’m michael jackson
i threw rakz on the beat, he gon’ beat it up (rakz)
i put a beam on the glock to catch him creeping up
i had to step out of the kitchen, this b*tch heating up
how you gon’ hate on a young n*gga? you ain’t keeping up

[verse 2: roadrunner tb]
we was breaking all the rules, trapping out the schools
lockers smelling like a pound, we was serving teachers too
i stopped f*cking with that weed and i started f*cking with that food
we started rapping ’bout our life, then we got signed out the blue
i done broke so many blenders, i got used to this sh*t
you ain’t seeing all your extras ’cause you new to this sh*t
if the load too big, just to be safe, i’ll take a lyft
all these zips in this b*tch cut, but they gon’ sell like they ain’t hit
if you want me on your song, then you gotta pay me
it’s 2020, but i’m trapping like the f*cking ’80s
i can tell he middlemanning ’cause them numbers crazy
i keep that work close to the back, gon’ case closed, try to raid me
i know how to get the date and took a trip too many times
say he passed out off that drank, i think he poured too many lines
reminiscing ’bout the days when i didn’t have a dime
now i got a quarter brick, you hit it twice, it’s still a nine
[chorus: roadrunner tb]
sneak dissing on the ‘book with all that f*cking acting
started putting money on n*ggas’ heads since you n*ggas capping
i hit the work a couple times, but i’m steady taxing
i get a quarter brick and beat it like i’m michael jackson
i threw rakz on the beat, he gon’ beat it up (rakz)
i put a beam on the glock to catch him creeping up
i had to step out of the kitchen, this b*tch heating up
how you gon’ hate on a young n*gga? you ain’t keeping up

[verse 2: los]
i had to take a step back, sh*t was really going on
sh*t, way back to the days when before dolph was on
hundred thou’ for a song, n*ggas’d k!ll for they b*tch
n*ggas talking dope sales, i don’t think they exist
i’m talking plugged in for real, ten dollars for a pill
take them sh*ts to the south, i’m out there passing ’em out
i’m always doing deals like the first and the third
late nights on the floor, so, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
so, n*gga, f*ck what you thought, i can play that sh*t off
yeah, i’m rich off the rap and i rap about raw
get your middleman on, see if your mans want it
heard i got that girl, i be putting my hands on it
oh, you ain’t heard of kareem? let me tell you
them boys ain’t got topsiders— all they selling
i seen my n*gga take eight grams, put a dub on it
p*ssy*ass n*ggas, i ain’t got no love for ’em
[chorus: roadrunner tb]
sneak dissing on the ‘book with all that f*cking acting
started putting money on n*ggas’ heads since you n*ggas capping
i hit the work a couple times, but i’m steady taxing
i get a quarter brick and beat it like i’m michael jackson
i threw rakz on the beat, he gon’ beat it up (rakz)
i put a beam on the glock to catch him creeping up
i had to step out of the kitchen, this b*tch heating up
how you gon’ hate on a young n*gga? you ain’t keeping up

[outro: roadrunner tb]
that’s it, rakz

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