matthews ave
[Verse]
I'll be honest, sometimes, I be feelin' really sad
Then I wake up go and get a bag, I know that shit will make me happy
Yeah, she had me, but she lost me, hottest n***as in the party
Pull up ten deep to the party, now there's hella bitches on my body
Had my hoodie on, they still saw me, thirty-four, yeah, that's the family
Shorty sweet, she candy, sometimes I be feelin' girly
I don't talk a lot 'bout my emotions, I went through a lot when I was growin'
I lost my glasses in the ocean, that's the best way to lose thеm
That was a lil' sacrifice, so I can flow like the ocеan
Smokin' on gas, shit is potent, n***as be hoes, they show they emotions
Here for a long time, bitch, I'm not—, here for a long time, bitch, I'm not goin'
Smokin' on galaxy gas, not whip-it's, smokin' 'za, n***a, this shit hittin'
Good 'za by the zip, I'ma zip it, fuck it (Fuck it)
Fuck it, why you runnin'? Why you duckin'?
Why you duckin' my shots from my gunnin'? Young n***a, I'ma turn nothin' to somethin'
And this bitch want me, yeah, she want dick, pull up on a boy, make him—, uh
Pull up on a boy, he gon' drop his shit, call up Lester, get them boys up off my dick, yeah
Ride in my town in a big-ass whip, hit a pussy boy in his motherfuckin' shit
I don't care about shit, take him off the map, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Only thing that I care about is makin' these hits, makin' this bread
I'm leavin' a legacy, I swear to God, you n***as gon' remember me for a long time, forever
In New York City, it's gettin' cold weather, in a week, I'm goin' to Denver
And it's cold over there like December, like holy shit, I'm fuckin'— (Holy shit, I'm fuckin'—)
I'll be honest, sometimes, I be feelin' really sad
Then I wake up go and get a bag, I know that shit will make me happy
Yeah, she had me, but she lost me, hottest n***as in the party
Pull up ten deep to the party, now there's hella bitches on my body
Had my hoodie on, they still saw me, thirty-four, yeah, that's the family
Shorty sweet, she candy, sometimes I be feelin' girly
I don't talk a lot 'bout my emotions, I went through a lot when I was growin'
I lost my glasses in the ocean, that's the best way to lose thеm
That was a lil' sacrifice, so I can flow like the ocеan
Smokin' on gas, shit is potent, n***as be hoes, they show they emotions
Here for a long time, bitch, I'm not—, here for a long time, bitch, I'm not goin'
Smokin' on galaxy gas, not whip-it's, smokin' 'za, n***a, this shit hittin'
Good 'za by the zip, I'ma zip it, fuck it (Fuck it)
Fuck it, why you runnin'? Why you duckin'?
Why you duckin' my shots from my gunnin'? Young n***a, I'ma turn nothin' to somethin'
And this bitch want me, yeah, she want dick, pull up on a boy, make him—, uh
Pull up on a boy, he gon' drop his shit, call up Lester, get them boys up off my dick, yeah
Ride in my town in a big-ass whip, hit a pussy boy in his motherfuckin' shit
I don't care about shit, take him off the map, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Only thing that I care about is makin' these hits, makin' this bread
I'm leavin' a legacy, I swear to God, you n***as gon' remember me for a long time, forever
In New York City, it's gettin' cold weather, in a week, I'm goin' to Denver
And it's cold over there like December, like holy shit, I'm fuckin'— (Holy shit, I'm fuckin'—)