"MATTE BLACK" lyrics
Huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh
I'm in a matte Scat, huh, matte black Scat, huh
Matte black Scat (Scat), Trackhawk packed (Packed)
I'm in the SRT with a shotgun, bitch, I feel like a hunter (Hunter)
Ever since I dropped BEAST MODE, lion in me, I been feelin' that hunger (Hunger)
You takin' pictures on dates and you payin' for shit, boy, you payin' to fuck her (Fuck her)
I had to keep the bricks lows 'cause the police is watchin', they been undercover
I like fat ass cheeks, big girls [?]
Niggas pearls weak, bitch, my diamond tester beep, huh
I'm in the trap with the bricks on me and the straps so I'm not gonna fumble, huh
We shootin' hollows and bullets, we not gonna fight, nigga, we not gon' rumble, huh
Matte black Scat, huh, get your pack back, huh
Need to just back, back, we hit a lick, get your racks back
I'm finna stack that, on me (Oh yeah), on me (Oh yeah)
You a pussy, I heard your voice stutter
Smokin' on cherry runtz and that's word to my mother
Boy, your bitch is a slut, but I'm not finna judge her
Diamonds rose gold, diamonds bussin'
Diamonds bussin', I be floodin'
Diamonds rose gold, cup of muddy
Oh, it's cool, wrist, uh
Oh, it's cool, I be muddy
Oh, it's cool, whip, whip
Huh, oh, it's cool, whip, whip
Huh, slaver master by trade
In the trap and I'm whippin' up 'caine
Get some money, it's fuck all the fame
Gon' sip codeine 'cause I'm feelin' my pain
And the 'Rari two seater, I'm switchin' them lanes
You don't want smoke with me, nigga, 'cause we not the same
I got the heart of a lion, we never gon' tame
I'm in the trap house, nigga, I'm never gon' change
Smokin' gas out the pound, niggas thought it's propane
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Red 'Rari roof, redbone truth
Shorty, she my youth, huh, huh
Get the cup of mud, drink it for the buzz
Drink it for the love, love it for the drugs
Let's go, let's go, huh
Matte black Scat, matte black Scat, huh
Matte black, huh, I have flashbacks of war
If I ain't got a strap, got a sword
I'm in the trap, make it rain, make it pour
Feel like I pop Percocets when I'm bored
That shit on the floor, Christian Dior, Dior, hrr
Matte black, matte black
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh
I'm in a matte Scat, huh, matte black Scat, huh
Matte black Scat (Scat), Trackhawk packed (Packed)
I'm in the SRT with a shotgun, bitch, I feel like a hunter (Hunter)
Ever since I dropped BEAST MODE, lion in me, I been feelin' that hunger (Hunger)
You takin' pictures on dates and you payin' for shit, boy, you payin' to fuck her (Fuck her)
I had to keep the bricks lows 'cause the police is watchin', they been undercover
I like fat ass cheeks, big girls [?]
Niggas pearls weak, bitch, my diamond tester beep, huh
I'm in the trap with the bricks on me and the straps so I'm not gonna fumble, huh
We shootin' hollows and bullets, we not gonna fight, nigga, we not gon' rumble, huh
Matte black Scat, huh, get your pack back, huh
Need to just back, back, we hit a lick, get your racks back
I'm finna stack that, on me (Oh yeah), on me (Oh yeah)
You a pussy, I heard your voice stutter
Smokin' on cherry runtz and that's word to my mother
Boy, your bitch is a slut, but I'm not finna judge her
Diamonds rose gold, diamonds bussin'
Diamonds bussin', I be floodin'
Diamonds rose gold, cup of muddy
Oh, it's cool, wrist, uh
Oh, it's cool, I be muddy
Oh, it's cool, whip, whip
Huh, oh, it's cool, whip, whip
Huh, slaver master by trade
In the trap and I'm whippin' up 'caine
Get some money, it's fuck all the fame
Gon' sip codeine 'cause I'm feelin' my pain
And the 'Rari two seater, I'm switchin' them lanes
You don't want smoke with me, nigga, 'cause we not the same
I got the heart of a lion, we never gon' tame
I'm in the trap house, nigga, I'm never gon' change
Smokin' gas out the pound, niggas thought it's propane
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Red 'Rari roof, redbone truth
Shorty, she my youth, huh, huh
Get the cup of mud, drink it for the buzz
Drink it for the love, love it for the drugs
Let's go, let's go, huh
Matte black Scat, matte black Scat, huh
Matte black, huh, I have flashbacks of war
If I ain't got a strap, got a sword
I'm in the trap, make it rain, make it pour
Feel like I pop Percocets when I'm bored
That shit on the floor, Christian Dior, Dior, hrr
Matte black, matte black
