Matt Carol Lyrics

3am this hoe wan eat up the

Girl get on ya knees

Why these niggas out here wearing fake chrome that look like say cheese

I'm trynna take a loan using ya name

Bring me chase please

They know my bars so sick

They give ya brain a disease

Be feeling bad for fiends

Cause they be shooting dope

It's a bad habit

I got a money route as long as 8 mile

Where the fuck is rabbit

Free my brother out the can

He in the cell

he got to use a tablet

Yo where the gang at

let's hit the mall I need a Gucci jacket

They ask me if these Rick Owen's boots

Naw these Moncler

I was driving late night off the wock

I almost smacked a deer

I'm balling like 2k mycareer

I'm up all the teirs

I'm getting off at this one spot

They asking what I'm doing up in there

Bro sold a fiend a pill

He doing animations like a 2k game

Ion blame cause he going threw some shit

He got to heal his pain

And when I pull this one shot from deep

I got to switch to dame

Ya name quiet in these streets nigga

You don't got no referral

I bust a play then take a bitch out to Cracker Barrel

Im the man they be storming

When I pop out in hatboro

I know this white boy

That be shooting shit like he Matt Carrol

The Za got me fried in the sky

It got my head soaring

I'm ducking the law while shipping

Dodie inside upper Moreland

I pull up wit the big B I'm flexing with the foreign

I'm chilling with some baddies

We hella fried the liquor we be pouring