Extra lyrics

[Chorus]
Lil n*gga please don't call my phone with all that extra sh*t
Got tired of shorty so I went and got an extra b*tch
This chain so icy, got me feeling like I'm extra lit
I took his wifey, man I know that n*gga extra p*ssed
They say I'm extra, extra, extra, extra, extra on my sh*t
I need some extras, extras, extras, extras, 'bout to work my wrist
They say I'm extra, yeah I know n*gga f*ck it
I know I'm extra, and I bet your b*tch love it

[Verse 1]
I got on Louis, Gucci, Moncler at the same time
Mixing designer, mixing designer
Yeah I'm extra but it's all mine
And she love the way I f*ck her
Made her squirt, she was off the perc
Walked straight in the room
Used her mouth but we ain't talkin' first
Catch my drift lil n*gga?
That's your b*tch lil n*gga, I think you should leave her
How you say she a vegan?
All I showed the b*tch was meat, and she an eater
Better leave her in the wind
Matter fact think again, n*gga keep her
Somethin' like a prostitute
Why your b*tch sell her pus*y, do it for cheaper