$uicideboy$ - Matte Black lyrics

You did good $lick
It's a Smash!

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet

I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K' with an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's 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
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz?
Thuggin' 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
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels
Don't walk, hе drive on water
Anytime, 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
Stoic never looking phased
Poet when I'm spitting game (Game)
Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Dosage climbin' with my shame (Shame)
Mama crying for my pain (Pain)
Will they ever understand?
Can I even help my dad?
Money fuckin' up my fam'
Giving until there's nothing left
Pulling up in that latest (Damn)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowing through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax

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 behind a bunch
Of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life I'll come back
As a nice belt, Ion' know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I'll snort
That shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit
Y'all try and pull me through
But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin'
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat
By the way I'm gripping my nine
Yeah, I'm always on my toes
But I'm still the same height
Standing tall over 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!
Lil 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 on me baby
I'm still a mess
And no that ain't a threat
I ride for my family that's Grey'59
Try and be all I can be
And not waste my time
On the 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, m
Three fingers in the air, main
I ride for my family
That's Grey'59
I ride for my family
That's Grey'59
Try and be all I can be
And I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Try and be all I can be
And I waste my time