Mikey Da 1st - Extreme

Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could catch my luck
All these boys wanna crash my fun
Mute my sound grab my tongue
I'm about to blow like a bad guy's gun
Trigger stay blessed might baptize em
I'mma get the bag like a sack race
Put a hundred thousand in the suitcase
White boy but I keep a blue face
Me and my boss got ties like a shoelace
Heard you want a new bae touché
Only if she made the cut like a new fade
Really cracked out like a goose egg
I'm about to walk off stage with a loose leg
Always on track so I don't need traction
Said he want smoke so I might Steve Nash him
You ain't ever seen action
Like Dirty Dan but I got clean fashion
Got three ratchets got three passions
Movie star living at top speed action
MJ make 'em wanna copy magic
Coming for the best I'mma drop these mavericks
All over the Gram for what
Ain't makin' no moves so you stand for what
Only time you stand out when the cameras up
I hit the nail on the head like a hammer does
Ain't shit sweet
Throw it way back like the Ancient Greeks
I remember last year I was making threes
Still stacking up green like Jamaican trees
I put the keys in a fast whip
Give you a reason to fasten
Running from the squad that's bad sense
I know that we finna catch him
Little bougie in the crib
Give me coochie in the crib
If I really get bored watch a movie in crib
Know some haters in my life
Wanna shoot me in the ribs
Cuz my ice so cold
Like a smoothie in the fridge
I catch a play so fast like a Bentley
Numbers roaring 1920
Stocks on the way yeah I see plenty
Doubled my score went 5-3 10-3
Left my pain in the past like a century
Left my pain in the past I was empty
Devil has taste but he still can't scent me
Left that Hell let God come ascend me
Envy shine like a huge bright lamp
Titles on me I'm a two-time champ
Went back to back now I'm bored and sleepy
Bouta act like New York and three-peat
Repeat put you in a High Chair seat geek
We keep stacking up bricks
Won't live inside a tipi
I can get a couple grand weekly
Pullin' on her tracks now she wanna get freaky
I'm a free bird
Not a student to the game I don't see nerds
Go hard like a Juice Wrld t shirt
On my new mix when it's hits wit' the reverb
Tell a bitch bring it to me like she heard
You can save it for the best if ya prefer
Just spent my check on a Louis V carpet
I don't like steppin' on cheap fur
Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could catch my luck
All these boys wanna crash my fun
Mute my sound grab my tongue
I'm about to blow like a bad guy's gun
Trigger stay blessed might baptize em

Written by:
Michael Johnson

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