Karaoké Matte Black Suicideboys

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wet, wet, wet, wetto

Wet, wet, wetto

I got the Glock in my yoga pants

Fuckin' that bitch in a yoga stance

Swangin' that K' with an open stance

Loaded from smokin' that opium

Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in

All of my walls they closin' in

Fifty-one-fifty

They tryna come get me

Just mindin' my business and moseyin'

Matte black, smokin' packs

Panic attacks back to back

Xanax on my lap

Debatin'

Should I relapse

But back to the hoe

I was talkin' 'bout

I just wanna put it up in her mouth

Pimpin' up in my blood

What's up cuh

Thuggin' that dirty South

Four letters, two numbers

Bitch Grey Five-Nine

Three fingers in the air

Main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter

Yung Jesus with them

Forgi wheels don't walk

He drive on water

Anytime, any place

Any hood, any state

Good 'till it fuckin' ain't

Woods to the fuckin' face

Ridin' with my baby sage

Lines on expensive plates

Tears on my diamond chains

Stoic, never lookin' phased

Poet when I'm spittin' game

Show me how that pussy shaved

Dosage climbin' with my shame

Mama cryin' for my pain

Will they ever understand

Can I even help my dad

Money fuckin' up my fam'

Givin' until there's nothin' left

Pullin' up in that latest

Choppa stay on me

Don't need no hands

Prefer to be lonely

Don't need no friends

Hoe we just fuckin'

I don't date fans

I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans

Went to my hood and I copped some land

Blowin' 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 thirty-one, 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

I don't 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 shinin'

Baby girl wylin'

Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes

Palms start to sweat by the way I'm grippin' my Nine

Yeah I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height

Standin' tall above 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

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 Five-Nine

Try and be all I can be and I 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 Five-Nine

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air

Four letters, two numbers

Bitch Grey Five-Nine

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air main

I ride for my family

That's Grey Five-Nine

I ride for my family

That's Grey Five-Nine

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