matching sticks Lyrics

I said, bitch, it's lil Grit, I ain't come to play

My bitch bad, you try to text her ass, I'ma set her play

Like, brother-ass, he'd try to get on shit and got fuckin' fakes

Bitch, I'm in the tour, it's fucked and filed, so we crackin' eight

I said, bitch, you know my body, I'll beat your ass

And it hit me if I see the boys, I won't fuckin' crash

I said, bitch, we get on shit, I ain't come to play

Know we in the east, so we droppin' trays

I'm like, don't you get on me, I tap my switch

Brother in the back with his Arthur on some hockey shit

Bitch is mad, she tryna fuck with me, but can't get no dick

No drop before we gettin' on your ass on some Rambo shit

I said, I don't faucet, but not Pakistanis

Bitch bad, she said she wanna fuck, let me tap it then

Chunky ass keep tryna funk with me, but ain't matchin' sticks

Told brother-ass to shut the fuck up, you ain't sent the blitz

Yeah, I said, I came with Fuli, I ain't come to play

Got Arthur with me, if I see his ass, I ain't catchin' phase

Brother brought 19, next said he tryna trade

Like, dumbass, nigga, this a lash, we ain't come to pay

Broken cams, the old one, fuckin' up the track

My bitch, she deaf, she say she gotta play, we can make it happen

Like, baby, I'm out South, high as fuck, movin' out the traffic

Niggas say it's funk on your dick, nigga, we can match it