$uicideBoy$ - Matte Black

(You did good $lick)
(It's a SMASH!)
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I got a Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in the yoga stand
Swingin' that K' wit' an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Staining that boy in the clothes he in
All of my walls, they closing in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse?
But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimpin' 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 the quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter
Yung 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 fucking face
Ridin' with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, throw up [?]
Throw up when I'm spitting game (Game)
Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Doses climbin' with my shame (Shame)
Momma crying for my pain (Pain)
Pray to ever understand, can I even know my debt
Money fuckin' up my fam', giving em' till there's nothing left
Pulling up in that eight (Damn)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Hope we just fuck and I don't catch feelings
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Thumbin' through money like Democrats