- $uicideboy$ Matte Black 歌詞
- $uicideboy$
- 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
****ing 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, whats 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 slaughter up your daughter
Young Jesus with them Forgie wheels dont walk, he drive on water
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good til it ****in aint, wolves to the **** in face
Ridin with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, snowed but i forget my place
Throw up when Im 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 ****ing up my fam, giving em til theres nothing left
Pulling up in that eight to skate (Damn) , choppa stay on me dont need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, dont need no friends
Hope we just **** and I dont get feelings
Im with my cousin and talking plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Thumbin through money like Democrats
Just a step on a hearse, **** this hits
Why the **** you look to me for help?
There aint an ace in the cards I was dealt
Im 31, still dont know how to take care of myself
Honestly, Im scared that I might melt
Leave me all a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life, Ill come back as a nice belt, I dont know
Theres a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit thats trynna pull me through
But Im still shining, babygirl wilin
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat bout the way Im gripping my nine, yeah
Im always on my toes, but Im still the same height
Standing tall above my grave
Make sure its filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I cant put them on my wall, that shit just aint my taste
It aint my taste, it aint my taste!
Shawty wanna marry me, I said 'Youre better off in debt'
If it didnt work out, baby, Ill be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
**** with me baby, Im still a mess
And no, that aint a threat!
All about my family, thats Grey*59
Trynna be all I can be and I waste my time
Brink of insanity, I cant make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think Im 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, main-
All about my family, thats Grey*59
A-All about my family, thats 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
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