Extinguisher Songtext

Bitch, I stuff the racks like a banker, nigga like playin' with paper
Got me hot off the [?], fly as fuck with no [?]

Surf Gang, bitch (Don't want no smoke)
Said he want smoke now his ass gotta [?]
Bullets whistling straight through his head like they singin'
Pasto Flocco with your little sister, be singin'
When I'm in her headphones, it feel like you drеamin'
All of this money, when you livin' like this
That's thе reason all these bitches be clingin'
Money on me, [?] that it just won't stop ringin'

I cannot change, I got my own ways, I got my own taste
I swear, that shit bustin' my brain
My niggas done changed for a minute of fame
Rump up the paint, I skrrt in the gang, I feel like a racer
Packin' that shit [?], run up, get sliced with a razor
Cut that boy like a shape up, and do that shit straight up
On court like we pacin' and act like Lakers
Bitch, I stuff the racks like a banker, nigga like playin' with paper Got me hot off the [?], fly as fuck with no [?]
[Post-Chorus]
Surf Gang, bitch (Don't want no smoke)
Said he want smoke now his ass gotta [?]
Bullets whistling straight through his head like they singin'
Pasto Flocco with your little sister, be singin'
When I'm in her headphones, it feel like you dreamin'
All of this money, when you livin' like this
That's the reason all these bitches be clingin'
Money on me, [?] that it just won't stop ringin'