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