Lyrics to Matte Black
You did good $lick
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in the yoga stand
Swangin' that ’K wit' a open stance
Loaded from smokin' that opium
Stain that lil’ boy in the clothes he in
All of my walls, they closing in
51-50, they trynna come get me
Just minding my business and moseyin'
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap
Debating, "Should I relapse?"
But back to that hoe I was talking about
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz?
Stacking that dirty south
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter
Young Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, hе drive on water
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good 'til it fuckin' ain’t, woods to the fuckin’ face
Ridin' with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, Snowed but i forget my place
Throw up when I’m spitting game, show me how that pussy shave
Doses climbing with my shame, momma cryin' for my pain
Will they ever understand, can I even hold my dad?
Money fucking up my fam', giving 'em ’til there's nothing left
Pulling up in that eight to skate (Damn) , choppa stay on me don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends (Friends)
Hope we just fuck and I don't get feelings (Feelings)
I'm with my cousin and talking plans (brrrr...)
Went to my hood and I copped some land (Land)
Thumbin' through money like Democrats
Just a step on a hearse, fuck this hits
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave me all a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit that's trynna pull me through
But I'm still shining, babygirl wilin'
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat 'bout the way I'm gripping my nine, yeah
I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height
Standing tall above my grave
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste!
Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt"
If it didn't work out, baby, I'll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Fuck with me baby, I'm still a mess
And no, that ain't a threat!
All about my family, that's Grey*59
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time
Brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air
All about my family, that's Grey*59
A-All about my family, that's Grey*59
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in the yoga stand
Swangin' that ’K wit' a open stance
Loaded from smokin' that opium
Stain that lil’ boy in the clothes he in
All of my walls, they closing in
51-50, they trynna come get me
Just minding my business and moseyin'
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap
Debating, "Should I relapse?"
But back to that hoe I was talking about
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz?
Stacking that dirty south
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter
Young Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, hе drive on water
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good 'til it fuckin' ain’t, woods to the fuckin’ face
Ridin' with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, Snowed but i forget my place
Throw up when I’m spitting game, show me how that pussy shave
Doses climbing with my shame, momma cryin' for my pain
Will they ever understand, can I even hold my dad?
Money fucking up my fam', giving 'em ’til there's nothing left
Pulling up in that eight to skate (Damn) , choppa stay on me don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends (Friends)
Hope we just fuck and I don't get feelings (Feelings)
I'm with my cousin and talking plans (brrrr...)
Went to my hood and I copped some land (Land)
Thumbin' through money like Democrats
Just a step on a hearse, fuck this hits
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave me all a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit that's trynna pull me through
But I'm still shining, babygirl wilin'
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat 'bout the way I'm gripping my nine, yeah
I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height
Standing tall above my grave
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste!
Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt"
If it didn't work out, baby, I'll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Fuck with me baby, I'm still a mess
And no, that ain't a threat!
All about my family, that's Grey*59
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time
Brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, three fingers in the air
All about my family, that's Grey*59
A-All about my family, that's Grey*59
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time
