Larry June ft. Babyface Ray - Extra of Um Lyrics

Whoa
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy) man, sheesh
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Uh, yeah, uh
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Man, uh, sheesh, ooh
Numbers
(Julian, hand me another lighter)
(Good job, DVME, you doing good)

Oh, it's the Orange juice, strapped, totin' nigga from the block
I be slidin' to the neck, don't give a fuck about the clout
I'm a real, real nigga you can hear it in my tone
Bust a play, I'm in Soho, I got eight for the lolo
Midnight for the shirt, fly nigga, I got it on me
I'm Bruce Wayne, in a Lambo, nigga totin' on that, oh
Been through it, made it out, nigga, now it's two hunnid for a show
Had a flashback, 'member it was about 1200 for a O
Fuck a rap game, bitch, I need a check
Thinkin' bout something I can flip next
I ain't tryna go back to the trap so I go hard for the day
Beast mode with the blick on my lap (goddamn)
Tryna make it stretch four ways (sock it to me, yeah, baby)
Homeboy got caught with the Rug' but he only did four days
Whole lotta shit done changed, they done let a nigga out the cage
I done really made a lot of cake
You niggas soundin' like you out of shape
Made a right on Q-say
Mac 11 with the shoelace
I been movin' at a new pace
Got a lot but I never chase (never)

Money in my pocket, I got extra of 'em
Whole lotta whips, I got extra of 'em
A couple condos, I got extra of 'em
Fifty in this clutch, I got extra of 'em
A couple hand wops, I got extra of 'em
Wake up and I choose, I got extra of 'em
My face on my shoes, I got extra of 'em
A couple hand wops, I got extra of 'em

I took her and her friends State 48
Still pushin' P, put a bitch in place
Still gettin' money puttin' bitches up
Got one job, keep the bag safe
From, nothin' to somethin', living testimony
My niggas, what up?
Paid a little extra so you know I keep the weapon on me
Pyll up all aggressive, this my life, boy, I'm not flexin' on you
All my diamonds glarin', got 'em staring, nigga, do I know you?
Who gon' tie me down? I do what I want to
Money on my mind, found a lane, I'm focused
I been on her mind went and got me tatted
Hellcat never scatted, hit the club, ones scattered
Gangsta pass get revoked once I hear you ratted
Play it cool, treat 'em like a fool, have my niggas whack ,em
I'm the type to buy my main-main thang a Patek
Got a shopping habit, stylist send it, I just double tap it
You do more drugs than you niggas sell, you niggas hustlin' backwards
On my own, won't sell my soul for clout
I be like fuck these rappers (nigga)

Money in my pocket, I got extra of 'em
Whole lotta whips, I got extra of 'em
A couple condos, I got extra of 'em
Fifty in this clutch, I got extra of 'em
A couple hand wops, I got extra of 'em
Wake up and I choose, I got extra of 'em
My face on my shoes, I got extra of 'em
A couple hand wops, I got extra of 'em

I got extra of 'em, nigga, I got extra of 'em
I got extra of 'em, nigga, I got extra of 'em
I got extra of 'em, nigga, I got extra of 'em
I got extra of 'em, nigga, I got extra of 'em