Matha Lyrics

Aye

Okay

Mhmm

Let's Go

Come on

Yea Yea

Oh Oh

I got dope & drugs

Ion want no hugs

I just count it up

Cuffing a bitch ain't addin up

I tell a freak hoe to back it up

Head tap pussy done died instant

You know what it is just handling business

She giving Matha a wonderful feeling

Damn lil mama bad and the realist

Put ice on my neck I'm chilling

No I ain't a villain

but it ain't shit to cause a killing

Pop out the cut wit the fifth on me

Bitch ima big dog big homie

She like how I'm doing my shit

She told me

Matha lil mama trynna control me

I play wit them 20s them 50s them 100s

I'm counting up racks

God damn god damn

Gotta Glock 19 wit a 50 in it

We slide on the opps like Peter Roll

Trynna tell you what you don't know

Run up on me die fast not slow

Shit go Kaboom clear out the room

I'm fuckin yo bitch

You loved her to soon (Mhmm)

Oh (Oh)

Oh (Oh, Yea yea)

Load up the Glocky

Spin on a oppy

We do the shit properly

Never sloppy

Niggas be 12

Trap doing numbers ring da bell

Dip my pinky in a wale

Niggas be broke as a bitch

Looking hungry I can tell

My niggas up top no bail

Gun smoke in the air

We causing a spell

Run up the score they taking a L

Real niggas gone last always prevail

Smashing yo bitch it ain't hard to tell

Lil mama bussin like ESL

Got her charged like Duracell

Behind the tint who in it

SauceRo keep Two Fourties on go

She ride on the dick slow

Took it up to the tenth floor

I did what I did no apologies

I tell a bitch don't lie to me

I keep it playa dats how I be

Life to short better die for me