Match It ft. YTS Neech Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I said baby sell your soul to me
I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci
I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas
Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me
Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it
Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets
Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic
Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it
This a new skrrt
Bad bitch pullin' up with two skirts
That just mean its two bitches
They be off that new work
Baby wanna do perc
I just wanna do her
I just wanna do squirt
Shit on niggas nu-re
Imma trappin addict
Babygirl just count the money
If i do the trappin add it
This ain't 27, 28, yeah i been trappin, add it
I been playin with the scale
I want the bands up on the mattress
I was pullin on her hair
But we aint fucking on the mattress
I'ma demon, im a rilla out the fucking zoo
I got rena, i got brina, i'ma fuck you too
Aint no snakes up in my grass, but theres someone im tryna shoot
I put my man's up on the hit cause i'm just tryna find the loot
I said baby sell your soul to me
I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci
I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas
Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me
Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it
Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets
Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic
Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it
Yeah
They really pussy, man they really don't want no static
We got that shit, so he went to the sky
I ain't talking bout carpet aladin
She shaking her ass and im getting the cash in
Made over a hundred, thats just off of trappin
We get shit hit quick like dab pens
This a quick pick six, i draft em
I hop in the whip and i put it in sports mode
Told em tap in like a morse code
She asked me to cashapp, but i dont support hoes
Passin her off cause she got the torch bro
Hot in the kitchen, 26 with extention
26 on a mission, get m's and a chicken
Dont try play me like im stupid
Is you dumb hoe
And we rolling up them p's of the gumbo
I told that bitch we can't six-nine, ain't talkin gummo
And i know she wanna dance with me, i kick her to the curb
Drive out to the city, cop a diddy, serve it to the burbs
I said baby sell your soul to me
I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci
I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas
Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me
Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it
Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets
Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic
Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it