Y2K MARS - eXtra Lyrics

I can't even sleep I got 30's on my mind
I'm walking in that bitch and I got hundreds on my mind
Better keep yo chain tucked before we up the f*cking nine
And I'm rolling swishers with yo bitch yeah tonight
We blow that shit up
All that f*cking talking nigga run up
And you see me when you see me nigga set it up
I be popping tags tell my plug I need it bad
I just got my bag so I needed more than half
All that shit a little tax
F*cking on her friend got her mad
I don't want yo hoe so I gave her back
Atl calling I wanna be up there doing my f*cking calling
If it works it works if it don't I'm f*cked
I'm obsessed with all these emo hoes
Cut your f*cking wrist then suck my dick is all I needed hoe
That x and sex perc and weed is all I f*cking need
I cheated on her now she tryna leave Hoe I'm what you need
Rolling up a f*cking swisher
How you on my dick when you the same one who switched up
Now I'm going up and she tryna give it up
And niggas mad as f*ck cus they see I got my money up