Matte Black

Bitch I used to be that

Gat toting

Pistol holding

Nigga on your block

762 my chop

556 my yop

Wild nigga was an understatement

I was fascinated with the undertaker

I was gravitating to the grave diggers

All the hustlers and the made niggas

And I made something myself

Sent them shots from the top shelf

Ain't no cheap shots below the belt

Hate in your heart

Bad for your health

I get mine 50 whop at a time

Apple Pay or the Zelle or the chime

You got cash I ain't tripping that's fine

Cuz you know that the dollar declined

From the heart

At the plate imma hit out the park

Set the mark imma go off the chart

Raise the bar imma take it too far

Cuz you know how I'm feeling

I'm really a villain

I walk with the stick like Jafar

When I'm toting that iron I feel like lion

I think imma turn into scar

Imma beat down the beat down the beat down the door

Beat Beat up

We started off we was poor

I worked a vic to an o

Then I worked my way to the bow

Damn Skippy all my grams sticky

I keep that shit on the low

Got my man with me

Got the blam with me

Just in case he gotta go

Bitch I used to be that

Gat toting

Pistol holding

Nigga on your block

762 my chop

556 my yop

Wild nigga was an understatement

I was fascinated with the undertaker

I was gravitating to the grave diggers

All the hustlers and the made niggas

And I made something myself

Sent them shots from the top shelf

Ain't no cheap shots below the belt

Hate in your heart

Bad for your health

I get mine 50 whop at a time

Apple Pay or the Zelle or the chime