Off to the hop
Where I'm hot
Or I'm not
Scheme to the plot
Your supreme
Kinda shot
Charlie Brown Pattern
On my feet
Like a peanut
Hear your bitch
Wuh wuh
F*ck her smokin tree nug
F*cker you can't re up
Mama buy you everything
Car, house, jewlery
Kilo a that cocaine
Look inside of my brain
You can't walk a f*ckin mile
In my timberlands
All my beats
Said f*ck the middle man
Been doin drugs
Since I was 10 or sumn
Not an idol
But I'm tryna make a name or sumn
Top gun
Lethal weapon
Always sealed in sumn
Never trust a bitch
Never had a day one
You been a lame one
Shady as a laced blunt
You see me skate a bunch
Im zooted see me shake junt
It's like a snake hunt
Catch me in the jungle
With a cougar
Make a tiger son
Charlie with the tiger Blood
I just want a Charlie's angel
Settle for an Ishi Yi
A bad mouth, plastered
At the wedding got the penguin feet
They call me x-men
My Soul is bluer than mystique
Bitch freaky in the sheets
But a queen up on the streets
Ah damn
Xavy be the man
He cop a Benz and crash it
Then she blame it on the xans
Stop tellin everybody
That you really be my friend
Just keep on talkin shit... bitch
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
Feelin like a king
Lookin like a beast
Met a fine girl but she actin like a tease
Nothin done changed but our motherf*ckin beats
Feelin really fresh and I'm feelin deceased
Got purple stains up on my neck
And my baby asked "where the hickeys at?"
Look at my shoes and look at my tee
Still wearin vans and wearin these sheets
Extravert, we be the nextravert
Got lipstick stains up on my shirt
If I roll a good blunt
I be puffin it first
Like a Hershey's kiss, I'm in a curse
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Open up your mind
Feelin kinda free
Do it for the love, or baby let me be
Open up your mind, Feelin kinda free
Yea Munk
Xavy Ripper
I'm a misfit
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
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Off to the hop
Where I'm hot
Or I'm not
Scheme to the plot
Your supreme
Kinda shot
Charlie Brown Pattern
On my feet
Like a peanut
Hear your bitch
Wuh wuh
F*ck her smokin tree nug
F*cker you can't re up
Mama buy you everything
Car, house, jewlery
Kilo a that cocaine
Look inside of my brain
You can't walk a f*ckin mile
In my timberlands
All my beats
Said f*ck the middle man
Been doin drugs
Since I was 10 or sumn
Not an idol
But I'm tryna make a name or sumn
Top gun
Lethal weapon
Always sealed in sumn
Never trust a bitch
Never had a day one
You been a lame one
Shady as a laced blunt
You see me skate a bunch
Im zooted see me shake junt
It's like a snake hunt
Catch me in the jungle
With a cougar
Make a tiger son
Charlie with the tiger Blood
I just want a Charlie's angel
Settle for an Ishi Yi
A bad mouth, plastered
At the wedding got the penguin feet
They call me x-men
My Soul is bluer than mystique
Bitch freaky in the sheets
But a queen up on the streets
Ah damn
Xavy be the man
He cop a Benz and crash it
Then she blame it on the xans
Stop tellin everybody
That you really be my friend
Just keep on talkin shit... bitch
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
Feelin like a king
Lookin like a beast
Met a fine girl but she actin like a tease
Nothin done changed but our motherf*ckin beats
Feelin really fresh and I'm feelin deceased
Got purple stains up on my neck
And my baby asked "where the hickeys at?"
Look at my shoes and look at my tee
Still wearin vans and wearin these sheets
Extravert, we be the nextravert
Got lipstick stains up on my shirt
If I roll a good blunt
I be puffin it first
Like a Hershey's kiss, I'm in a curse
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Open up your mind
Feelin kinda free
Do it for the love, or baby let me be
Open up your mind, Feelin kinda free
Yea Munk
Xavy Ripper
I'm a misfit
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
Where I'm hot
Or I'm not
Scheme to the plot
Your supreme
Kinda shot
Charlie Brown Pattern
On my feet
Like a peanut
Hear your bitch
Wuh wuh
F*ck her smokin tree nug
F*cker you can't re up
Mama buy you everything
Car, house, jewlery
Kilo a that cocaine
Look inside of my brain
You can't walk a f*ckin mile
In my timberlands
All my beats
Said f*ck the middle man
Been doin drugs
Since I was 10 or sumn
Not an idol
But I'm tryna make a name or sumn
Top gun
Lethal weapon
Always sealed in sumn
Never trust a bitch
Never had a day one
You been a lame one
Shady as a laced blunt
You see me skate a bunch
Im zooted see me shake junt
It's like a snake hunt
Catch me in the jungle
With a cougar
Make a tiger son
Charlie with the tiger Blood
I just want a Charlie's angel
Settle for an Ishi Yi
A bad mouth, plastered
At the wedding got the penguin feet
They call me x-men
My Soul is bluer than mystique
Bitch freaky in the sheets
But a queen up on the streets
Ah damn
Xavy be the man
He cop a Benz and crash it
Then she blame it on the xans
Stop tellin everybody
That you really be my friend
Just keep on talkin shit... bitch
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
Feelin like a king
Lookin like a beast
Met a fine girl but she actin like a tease
Nothin done changed but our motherf*ckin beats
Feelin really fresh and I'm feelin deceased
Got purple stains up on my neck
And my baby asked "where the hickeys at?"
Look at my shoes and look at my tee
Still wearin vans and wearin these sheets
Extravert, we be the nextravert
Got lipstick stains up on my shirt
If I roll a good blunt
I be puffin it first
Like a Hershey's kiss, I'm in a curse
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Open up your mind
Feelin kinda free
Do it for the love, or baby let me be
Open up your mind, Feelin kinda free
Yea Munk
Xavy Ripper
I'm a misfit
Off a grape god
We the great gods
I'm not lil b
Leavin impacts
Like the based god
Extravert
We be the nextravert
Got lip stick stains up on my shirt
That girl know we
Gone blow up first
I'mma blow that tree
When i rehearse
When I'm in hearse
Won't die unheard
Can't f*ck with me
I make shit work
Can't f*ck with the crew
To all you slurs
Give us 30 minutes
Gotta make a serve
Writer: Nicko Thomas, Xavier Lumpuy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid