Matte Black Song Lyrics by $uicideboy$
Wetto, Wetto, WettoWetto, Wetto, WettoWet, wet, wetWet, wet, wet (Wetto!)
I got the Glock in my yoga pantsFucking that bitch in a yoga stanceSwangin’ that K with an open stanceLoaded from smoking that opiumStain a lil’ boy in the clothes he’s inAll of my walls, they closing in51-50, they tryna come get meJust minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin’ packsPanic attacks, back to backXanax on my lap, debating (hmm)Should I relapse?But back to the hoe I was talkin’ ’boutI just wanna put it up in her mouthPimping up in my blood, what’s up cuz?Thuggin’ that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side$licky pull up in a quarter mill’ and slaughter up your daughterYung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don’t walk, he drive on water (ay!)Any time, any place, any hood, any stateGood ’til it fuckin’ ain’t, Woods to the fucking faceRidin’ with my baby Sage, lines on expensive platesTears 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’Givin’ until there’s nothing left
Pulling up in that latest (damn!)Choppa stay on me, don’t need no handsPrefer to be lonely, don’t need no friendsHoe we just fucking, I don’t date fansI’m with my cousin and talkin’ plansWent to my hood and I copped some landBlowing through money like DemocratsTwo-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 dealtI’m 31, still don’t know how to take care of myselfHonestly, I’m scared that I might meltLeave behind a bunch of black spots on a white peltMaybe in the next life I’ll come back as a nice belt, I don’t knowThere’s a fine line between me and youThe biggest difference is I’ll snort that shit and prolly pukeDodge and juke all the bullshit y’all try and pull me through
But I’m still shinin’, baby girl wildin’Catch me ridin’ by with that look in my eyesPalms start to sweat, by the way I’m grippin’ my nineYeah, I’m always on my toes but I’m still the same heightStandin’ tall over my graveMake sure it’s filled with all the people we supposedly savedMake sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we madeI can’t put them on my wall, that shit just ain’t my tasteIt 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 forgetGerman whips and private jets, private beaches to accessFuck on me baby, I’m still a mess and no that ain’t a threatI ride for my family, that’s Grey 59Try and be all I can be, and I waste my timeOn the brink of insanity, I can’t make up my mindYeah, I battle my vanity and I think I’m blind