extra - Intellectual

You extra

You make me mad

You extra

You make me mad

You extra

You make me mad

You extra

You make me mad

You extra

Get that bag

You extra

Pop that tag

You extra

Dump that mag

You extra

Even your friends is extra

You extra girl

You extra

You need to grow

You extra

Play the song

You extra

You extra bitch

Spent nine bands on my sweater

Still tryna get it together

Walkеd in changing the weather

Camе in gave me the keys to the prod

I'm tryna give it to seven

Came in walked in this bih with the mob

We tryna send him to heaven

God

Allah

Extra

Dollars

My niggas sending them under like one wrong move and my niggas gone call him

I really do it for dead mans my biggest fans are niggas that's fallen

I'm really chilling in spider yall niggas hang with rats yall tom I'm holland

I can't fuck with you if my mom don't you extra

K gon' shoot out a paragraph

Nigga gon' show out a lecture

Okay

Big ass pole on my body it looks like I won the election

I got here without playing it safe I don't need no protection

Extra

They wasn't fuckin' with Tea

That nigga was doin' the flexing

I'm in that big body Benz

Them niggas was mad that I wrecked it

We in the Tesla

Cause Travis sr came in electric

That bitch don't got gas

Grown ass man I ain't ashamed of my past

Talk down we on your ass

Those are not diamonds lil baby

They glass

Fast

Baby you extra

I'm tryna show her the bag

Baby so extra

Baby she gettin' me mad

Baby so extra

Yeah she too damn bad