"Matches" lyrics
Tezzus & Che Lyrics
Boop-boop (Øway), woo
Geek
I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)
The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (Geek)
I put the Perc' up in lil' mama purse (Woo, Øway)
Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (Geek)
Si-sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt (Woo)
My lady fed up, pilates and burpees (Skrrt)
I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast
I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (Forty racks)
For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict
My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)
Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties
Get head in my Versace, Versace jammies (Crushed ice)
You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)
You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)
Pour up some lean in my Crush, it's ecstatic (Slatt, woo)
E-e-even my bitches gotta have a lil' status (Skrrt)
I-I just go husband, my new name is daddy (Woah)
YSL jeans and they one of one, slatty (YSL, slatty)
Y-YSL Tezzus my motherfuckin' slatty (Skrrt)
I make a blunt disappear like some magic (Skrrt, woo)
Just take a guess what I put in my matches (Woo)
I put my foot up a-all in y'all asses (Pew, pew, pew)
I got some kilos inside a mansion (Øway)
That nigga a bitch, so I slapped 'em (Boop, Øway)
I slap the lil' bitch, I ain't even have to punch 'em
I'm not just a regular rapper (Bitch, what?)
My brother'll kill your lil' bitch ass for nothin'
I need the grabba, this shit here is punchin' (Punch his shit)
I fucked your mama, I did her disgustin'
I-I take a popular bitch to the trenches
To chill with the killers and all of my bousins (Øway)
I'm finna pop a G6 (Øway)
I-I-I-I'm finna pop a G6 and it's bussin' (Woo)
I want her tight like a knit (Øway)
Then that bitch swallowed the dick and she suck it (Øway, Øway, woo)
Then that bitch swallowed the dick and she sucked me
We pull up and pop at your shit, no discussion (Pew-pew-pew)
I was just robbin' these diamonds
R-r-robbin', we takin' they money (Takin' they money)
I was just shoppin' in London
I-I wasn't savin' the money (Savin' the money, slatt)
Nigga, we play with the money (Play with the money)
Every day, it was sunny (Slatt)
I had no safe as a youngin' (Slatt)
And my pants full of money, I look like an auntie (Øway)
I look like a football player (Football player)
We havin' more turf, not kale (Øway)
I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)
The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (Øway, geek)
I put the Perc' up in lil' mama purse
Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (Øway, geek)
Sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt
My lady fed up, pilates and burpees (Øway, skrrt)
I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast
I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (Øway, forty racks)
For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict
My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)
Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties
Get head in my Versace, Versace jammies (Crushed ice)
You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)
You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)
Geek
I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)
The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (Geek)
I put the Perc' up in lil' mama purse (Woo, Øway)
Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (Geek)
Si-sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt (Woo)
My lady fed up, pilates and burpees (Skrrt)
I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast
I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (Forty racks)
For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict
My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)
Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties
Get head in my Versace, Versace jammies (Crushed ice)
You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)
You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)
Pour up some lean in my Crush, it's ecstatic (Slatt, woo)
E-e-even my bitches gotta have a lil' status (Skrrt)
I-I just go husband, my new name is daddy (Woah)
YSL jeans and they one of one, slatty (YSL, slatty)
Y-YSL Tezzus my motherfuckin' slatty (Skrrt)
I make a blunt disappear like some magic (Skrrt, woo)
Just take a guess what I put in my matches (Woo)
I put my foot up a-all in y'all asses (Pew, pew, pew)
I got some kilos inside a mansion (Øway)
That nigga a bitch, so I slapped 'em (Boop, Øway)
I slap the lil' bitch, I ain't even have to punch 'em
I'm not just a regular rapper (Bitch, what?)
My brother'll kill your lil' bitch ass for nothin'
I need the grabba, this shit here is punchin' (Punch his shit)
I fucked your mama, I did her disgustin'
I-I take a popular bitch to the trenches
To chill with the killers and all of my bousins (Øway)
I'm finna pop a G6 (Øway)
I-I-I-I'm finna pop a G6 and it's bussin' (Woo)
I want her tight like a knit (Øway)
Then that bitch swallowed the dick and she suck it (Øway, Øway, woo)
Then that bitch swallowed the dick and she sucked me
We pull up and pop at your shit, no discussion (Pew-pew-pew)
I was just robbin' these diamonds
R-r-robbin', we takin' they money (Takin' they money)
I was just shoppin' in London
I-I wasn't savin' the money (Savin' the money, slatt)
Nigga, we play with the money (Play with the money)
Every day, it was sunny (Slatt)
I had no safe as a youngin' (Slatt)
And my pants full of money, I look like an auntie (Øway)
I look like a football player (Football player)
We havin' more turf, not kale (Øway)
I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)
The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (Øway, geek)
I put the Perc' up in lil' mama purse
Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (Øway, geek)
Sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt
My lady fed up, pilates and burpees (Øway, skrrt)
I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast
I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (Øway, forty racks)
For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict
My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)
Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties
Get head in my Versace, Versace jammies (Crushed ice)
You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)
You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)
