Rob $tone - Xxxtracredit lyrics

[Prod. Zaytoven] [Intro] I see you tweeting, talking, but you acting funny And n***a I don't need the clout, don't need the cameras on me You must've thought your mans was bad You ga**ed up on him till I had to press the bu*ton Press the gas and press upon him [Verse 1] This a warning Don't come back to California I won't even hit your shawty My dick too expensive for her I guess the question who got hits 'Cause you ain't lookin' for me I sent all my hitters out to get ya Ya'll some ten year old kids Tweetin' like this "I'll f** your mom little b**h" $ki Mask you actin' like you wasn't on tour jealous of me Flexin' on me, I told you don't test me homie Had your man [?] out here hangin' You should question homie XXX is extra credit for me I don't need tentacion I need bands and diamonds blingin' on me XXX you resurrected on me I'll wax you n***as on the block [?] [Verse 2] Okay now let me get this, why you beat a pregnant women? My n***a who can rock with that, you need a lesson for it And second off you actin' soft depressed lil' homie And you put my number out Now that's some sh** a groupie hoe would do But please don't make me talk about the video Mask off, a** out, if you didn't know And then you [?] dumb b**h out here givin' throat Stating that's my baby mama but she barely [?] Diego You n***as is gay hoes, better do as I say so Know your mama mad she can't ever confess you ugly [?] lil' homie, stainless at ya neck I'm [?] Won't you Etch A Sketch or somethin' Address ain't correct or nothin' XXX is extra credit for me I don't need tentacion I need motivation, cash or somethin' XXX you resurrected on me I knew that you would be who mad When you see me on your screen XXX this extra credit for me XXX this ain't a test I'm [?] XXX you extra weird and harmless Don't be pressin' on me I can X you out the game you started XXX this extra credit for me XXX this ain't a test I'm [?] XXX you extra weird and harmless Don't be pressin' on me I can X you out the game you started [Outro] Yeah n***a it's young muf**in' Rob $tone up in this b**h Its 1207 to the top boy! Look n***a, I done told you n***a I ain't playing no games with you n***as, look They didn't want me to get violent 'Cause we done beat your home boy up in LA You better not bring your a** out to San Diego n***a we ain't even gonna let you in the building Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh! Like I said, like I said They ain't want me to get violent So, so, listen, listen, listen Get to the music my n***a I'ma tell you right now just get to the music my n***a Aye Drake , you ain't even gotta worry about this little n***a I got you homie ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh, yuh Hey XXX, aye XXX, hey, hey XXX! Yeah, its 1207 to the top boy! I'm out this b**h man Let me get back to my muf**in' money man I'ma get back to my debut album Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh