No Extender

[Intro] Lil buzzo'll show shawty don't need no extender (I know you) Fuck is where we at with it? Yeah, rich boy You know I’m still selling crack, ayy [Verse 1] Music biz shady as it get, I can get used to this Youngin turning up like Ambeezy be producing hits ConCreatures, 227, that's a lot of fugitives I feel safer in the Zone 'cause that's where all the shooters is That's where all the skin poppers, that's where all the tooters live Doggy talking all that work, can barely even move a split Never had to shoot or jam, never had to move a rig Nеver cooked up on the Forеman, never barbecued a big Never air fried a brick, never had to shoot a stick Ain’t have Jack to do his shit, never had to use a SIG Took three bricks from his plug' plug soon as you renege Palm Angels, Moncler, round here, we do it big Pints of the big daddy, pounds of the Mick Jagger Louis cardigan, garbage can full of brick rappers Thuggin with that stick dancer, cuzzo hit a mixmaster Pyrex vision ware, dropping glass like it’s LensCrafters [Chorus] Lil buzzo'll show shawty don't need no extender On that one way, dead-end block where it ain't no surrenders Baby bottle fuck of Wock, I'm finna pour the ginger He asked me if I hit his thot, honestly don't remember Had a cold summer and a even colder winter Grinding 25/8, you gotta tote a Kimber Cutty said I nodded out, honestly don't remember Me shorting out the microwave after I broke the blender [Verse 2] (I know you) Burned the pike with the yayo Them t-shirts, we press em up quick as Isaac Pelayo It's Bochella, half a man of that Old Yeller Out of this, a thousand grits is what I'm tryna finagle Counting slits, I'm out the hicks, thirty thousand a Lego 'Nother sixty in the sofa cushion, that's a couch potato For the cream cheese, I can re-rock a bagel Selling pints of sleep with that same hand that'll rock the cradle We do this shit in real life, this shit is not a fable Come meet the man, the myth, the legend, Mr. Brick Van Exel Ten08, I did more figure eights than a pretzel Seen a half a ticket off my Boost, Cricket and my Metro Let's get it [Interlude] Why he tryna do that? [Chorus] Lil buzzo'll show shawty don't need no extender On that one way, dead-end block where it ain’t no surrenders Baby bottle fuck of Wock, I'm finna pour the ginger He asked me if I hit his thot, honestly don't remember Had a cold summer and a even colder winter Grinding 25/8, you gotta tote a Kimber Cutty said I nodded out, honestly don't remember Me shorting out the microwave after I broke the blender [Outro] I know you What else? (What else?) I know you've been hurt