What's the Matter

Open my mouth and it razzle and dazzle get cold when I chatter
Skinny nigga but my pockets are fatter fed her dick put it right on a platter
50 shots watch them niggas just scatter piss in a bag he got hit in his bladder
Looking upset what the fuck is the matter these hoes be hoes these niggas be hoes
On they ass better pay what they owe folks nem wanna know if it is a go
Jamo and rio gone stand at is his door its a scamdemic this shit on the floor
Ain't trying pop out I'm trying pop on get off my dick so yo friend could hop on
Loud bitch you be going stupid shit you spitting out cold mucus loud
It's already hard to get up with me cause why you wanna get up with me
Toss and spin again feel like a frisbee don't stop until its empty
Waiting on a drop no issues pending tight lil nigga I could pinch a penny
With that gangster act you could win a Emmy why yo bitch acting over friendly
Fuck from the front she biting turn around struck her ass just like lighting
Made the bitch come on her cycle just cause I fuck that don't mean I like her
Folks nem just scratched in a striker fuck getting dumped you ever rolled up and ain't have no lighter
Be with drug dealers and shysters' screw loose don't get yo shit tightened
Throw up rakes like a trident two things pressure could do buss you or make you a diamond
Get the fuck back stiff arming bitches like Heisman drip god I'm Poseidon
Sack heavy fuck a lineman right or wrong they behind me fuck killing them with kindness
Imma flip this switch and imma go mindless imma hit this bitch and imma go mindless

Open my mouth and it razzle and dazzle get cold when I chatter
Skinny nigga but my pockets are fatter fed her dick put it right on a platter
50 shots watch them niggas just scatter piss in a bag he got hit in his bladder
Looking upset what the fuck is the matter these hoes be hoes these niggas be hoes

No more love I thought he was my bro this bigger then money you reap what you sow
Trap all winter I ain't afraid of no snow to much drank I ain't catching no cold
Free savage we gone catch who told bow's in the air I'm Fina touch a load
Fucking with loud you wouldn't zoed fucking with loud it would've got sold
First month of the year went up twenty and still ain't get my stimmy
Up twenty fours cooking serving dam i feel like Denny's
Ain't turning down a penny ain't even in me been a bull like benny
Cool as fuck I ain't friendly wont apologize if offended
They lied they say I ain't listen trap I got perfect attendance
Some nights ain't have no dinner four bags of chips and I mixed it
I was to deep in them trenches all this weight and I ain't benching
Patiently waiting I ain't bitching most of these heats it got switches
Into deep and I ain't switching find J Reid we gone stitch him
Pass me the o wop ill get him gang



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Writer(s): Deangelo Woods
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