Matte Black

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah In the backseat counting them racks I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact How you die with that strap on your lap? Whip matte black, stick matte black My bitch keep asking me am I gothic You know the fits be all black (JJ Turn Me Up) Yeah, yeah, yeah In the backseat counting them racks I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact How you die with that strap on your lap? Whip matte black, stick matte black My bitch keep asking me am I gothic You know the fits be all black [Refrain] Yeah, I do not want you, lil' girl, I swear I don't want that bitch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna fuck, I really want her to just lick Yeah, the hundreds, they piling up, got so many blues like a Crip [Verse] In a shootout, you know we not missing I got water, ain't talking no dishes Diamonds, they glisten, they liquid, let's get it These niggas, they tucking they chain, they some bitches I walk up inside of the club and get litty Models, they with me, bottles, they with me Been here for a hour, I rolled up an ounce My bitch stuff her face with that Bobby, no Whitney We stand on the table, we stand on the couch Nigga talk shit, then we stomping him out Fuck all that talking about? My niggas shoot through the crowd My niggas really some menaces Guilty, but we pleading innocent Just dropped a bag to my lawyer (Bling) Beating that case like I'm Zimmerman Yeah, I get them bands in a drought Yeah, bitch tryna dance, but my stick hanging out Yeah, she tryna talk, but my dick in her mouth Yeah, I fucked that bitch, then I'm kicking her [Refrain] Yeah, I do not want you, lil' girl, I swear I don't want that bitch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna fuck, I really want her to just lick Yeah, the hundreds, they piling up, got so many blues like a Crip Yeah, I do not want you, lil' girl, I swear I don't want that bitch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna fuck, I really want her to just lick Yeah, the hundreds, they piling up, got so many blues like a Crip [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah In the backseat counting them racks I'ma die with my gang, that's a fact How you die with that strap on your lap? Whip matte black, stick matte black My bitch keep asking me am I gothic You know the fits be all black You know the fits be all black