Mar90s - Matte Black lyrics

[Intro] 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 b*tch keep asking me [?] You know the fits be all black (JJ turn me up) [Bridge] 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 b*tch keep asking me [?] You know the fits be all black [Chorus] Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick 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 ni**as they tucking they chain like some b*tches 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 a ounce b*tch stuffed her face with that Bobby no Whitney We stand on the table, we stand on the couch ni**a talk sh*t then we stomping him out fu*k all that talking about My ni**as shoot through the crowd My ni**as really some menaces Guilty but we play the innocent Just dropped a bag to my lawyer Beating the case like I'm Zimmerman I get them bands in a drought b*tch tryna' dance but my stick hanging out She tryna' talk but my dick in her mouth I fu*ked that b*tch then I'm kicking her [Chorus] Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick The hundreds they piling up, got so many blues like a crip [Chorus] Yeah, I do not want you lil girl, I swear I don't want that b*tch Told her to carry the Glock, she won't stop grabbing the stick She think I'm tryna' fu*k, I really want her to just lick The hundreds they piling up, got so many blues like a crip [Bridge] 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 b*tch keep asking me [?] You know the fits be all black