Skott Tha Menace - Extendo

I pull the ghost off the lot, oh okay fine maybe not
But you gotta fake it 'til you make it in this world of hard knocks
And don't trip cause I get my bag, but it's rarely designer
More like a thrift stores or the kiddy ones that they make for the minors
But I got a major case, I leave a major trace
Prints in every place, so you can see where I'm comin' from
I bet I ain't the only one that's eatin' crumbs
Talkin' bout they 3 course meals
They guns they totin' don't peel
They Drums, they Macs, they Glocks
Spray plastic no steel shots
I'm livin' fictuous, it's continuous
The amount of money I been spendin' is ridiculous
I'm a penny pincher, a lowkey slinger
Take a nigga out like seniors do they dentures
The scene is censored, ain't even 6 foot but niggas still cant measure
Lackin' by inches, no burnin' bridges
Once you in the sights prepare for a lynchin' you done
Yea I'm on the road, hop in I go
See the limit and I do 50 more
Put some respect on my name, nothin' in the way of my dough
Went from the bottom and came out on top
As above, so below
On my waist is a rack, on my hip I keep the extendo
Yea I'm on the road, hop in I go
See the limit and I do 50 more
Put some respect on my name, nothin' in the way of my dough
Went from the bottom and came out on top
As above, so below
On my waist is a rack, on my hip I keep the extendo
Yea I do what I want and shit I think as I please
Cop some AP's, get me a car push to start that don't need none the keys
Most of it fraud, we is not speakin' in accuracys
Can't wear the same thing twice player you take it back with the receipts
I ain't rich, but my card still swipin'
And the girls I'm pipin'
Know a nigga like me wantin' all the diamonds
That shit be shinin' like a star in the night or a knight in his armor
Bulletproof vest I be givin' out fades like I am a barber
When I shoot my shot I hit the target, you can call me the archer
Bullseye, pray to the lord that I don't die
That I can avoid all the bleedin'
That I can keep breathin'
Save my family the grievin'
I can keep my neck freezin'
Don't gotta go back to thievin'
To the niggas that sleepin'
Lemme catch you lackin', one of us livin' the other deceased and
Yea I'm on the road, hop in I go
See the limit and I do 50 more
Put some respect on my name, nothin' in the way of my dough
Went from the bottom and came out on top
As above, so below
On my waist is a rack, on my hip I keep the extendo
Yea I'm on the road, hop in I go
See the limit and I do 50 more
Put some respect on my name, nothin' in the way of my dough
Went from the bottom and came out on top
As above, so below
On my waist is a rack, on my hip I keep the extendo

Written by:
Kaleb Rios

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