Extendo Wars by Yungflac Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye
Do what i Do
[Verse 1: Yungflac]
Playing with extendos like nintendo fight my devil can't get on my level smoke another pack
Where my niggas at posted in the trap nine mili on my lap
Finnah flip another strap, finnah get the cash back, cash back
[Chorus: Yungflac]
My nigga the plug yea we got them drugs
Yea
My nigga the plug yea we got them guns
Gotch yo bitch she having fun
Gotch yo bitch she love them thugs
Yea yo bitch yea
Yea she know whatsup
[Verese 2: Jym Lee]
Yea we be on space, get the fuck up out my ways
I been sleepin out my days, they be creepin going fake
Take my time you need to wait yea
Oh no roll that dough they loko
Bustin down my do’ they takin photos keep it low low
Do my best to wreck the block
They rest and keep they mind in shock, need that vest I’m shootin shots. My soul dust it’s a gold rush
Bust in with the big buck, buck-shot bitch you better duck
Stuck in my ways, bucket of change duckin my pain ,fuckin insane
Bullet to the brain don’t rule it
Who this? trippin in my mind I’m clueless
Open up my eyes I’m the plug got drugs on deck , need the check leave TEX in a sec, with a tech
And a bag full of bad cats lookin for the rat don’t trap where you lack and you lack where you trap and that’s wack , that’s wack, that’s wack, (that’s wack)
My nigga the plug, yo nigga the plug, my pops is the plug ,we get fucked up , sippin up. Got my foot up on the barrel it’s that rum, try and run. Out run the plug gets yo throat fucked
Aye
Do what i Do
[Verse 1: Yungflac]
Playing with extendos like nintendo fight my devil can't get on my level smoke another pack
Where my niggas at posted in the trap nine mili on my lap
Finnah flip another strap, finnah get the cash back, cash back
[Chorus: Yungflac]
My nigga the plug yea we got them drugs
Yea
My nigga the plug yea we got them guns
Gotch yo bitch she having fun
Gotch yo bitch she love them thugs
Yea yo bitch yea
Yea she know whatsup
[Verese 2: Jym Lee]
Yea we be on space, get the fuck up out my ways
I been sleepin out my days, they be creepin going fake
Take my time you need to wait yea
Oh no roll that dough they loko
Bustin down my do’ they takin photos keep it low low
Do my best to wreck the block
They rest and keep they mind in shock, need that vest I’m shootin shots. My soul dust it’s a gold rush
Bust in with the big buck, buck-shot bitch you better duck
Stuck in my ways, bucket of change duckin my pain ,fuckin insane
Bullet to the brain don’t rule it
Who this? trippin in my mind I’m clueless
Open up my eyes I’m the plug got drugs on deck , need the check leave TEX in a sec, with a tech
And a bag full of bad cats lookin for the rat don’t trap where you lack and you lack where you trap and that’s wack , that’s wack, that’s wack, (that’s wack)
My nigga the plug, yo nigga the plug, my pops is the plug ,we get fucked up , sippin up. Got my foot up on the barrel it’s that rum, try and run. Out run the plug gets yo throat fucked