Letra de Matches - Tezzus

(Feat. Che)

(Boop, boop, ØWAY, woo)

(Geek)

I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)

The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (Sweep)

I put the Percs up in lil' mama purse (Woo, ØWAY)

Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (Geek, geek, geek)

Si-sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt (Woo)

My lady fed up, Pilates and burpees (Skrrt)

I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast

I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (Woo, slatt, slatt)

For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict

My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)

Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties (Woo, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Get head in my Versace— Versace jammies (Crush the ice)

You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)

You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)

Pour up some lean in my Crush, it's ecstatic (Slatt, woo)

E-e-even my bitches gotta have a lil' status

I-I just go husband, my new name is daddy (Woah)

YSL jeans and they one of one, slatty (YSL, slatty)

Y-YSL, Tezzus my motherfuckin' slatty (Skrrt)

I make a blunt disappear like some magic (Skrrt, woo)

Just take a guess what I put in my mattress (Woo, woo)

I put my foot up a-all in y'all asses (Pew, pew)

I got some kilos inside a mansion (ØWAY)

That nigga a bitch, so I slapped 'em (ØWAY)

I slap the lil' bitch, I ain't even have to punch 'em

I'm not just a regular rapper (Bitch)

My brother will kill your lil' bitch ass for nothin'

I need the grabba, this shit here punchin' (Punch his shit)

I fucked your mama, I did her disgustin'

I-I take a popular bitch to the trenches to chill with the killers and all of my bousins (ØWAY)

I'm finna pop a G6 (ØWAY)

I-I-I-I'm finna pop a G6 and it's bussin' (Woo)

I want her tight like a knit (ØWAY)

Now that bitch swallowed the dick, but she suckin' (ØWAY, ØWAY, woo)

Then that bitch swallowed the dick and she suck me, we pull up and pop at your shit, no discussion (Pfft, pew, pew, pew)

I was just robbin' these diamonds

R-r-robbin' them, takin' they money

I was just shoppin' in London

I-I wasn't savin' the money (Slatt)

Nigga, we play with the money

Every day, it was sunny (Slatt)

I had no savings as a youngin' (Slatt)

And my pants full of money, I look like an auntie (ØWAY)

I look like a football player

We havin' more turf, not kale (ØWAY)

I ain't 'bout to pour me no syrup (Woo)

The feds did a sweep, now my daddy got searched (ØWAY, sweep)

I put the Percs up in lil' mama purse

Then she gon' feed it to me when I'm nervous (ØWAY, geek, geek)

Sippin' that Wock', I spilled that on my shirt

My lady fed up, Pilates and burpees (ØWAY, skrrt)

I pop the Adderall, fuck her for breakfast

I just blew like forty racks up in Magic (ØWAY, slatt, slatt)

For protocol, take all these drugs like a addict

My wrist in the pot like my motherfuckin' daddy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Got all of my homeboys off motherfuckin' Xannies (Xanax)

Got all of my hoes whippin' bricks in they panties (Woo, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Get head in my Versace— Versace jammies (Crush the ice)

You see the ice that I crushed on my Patek (Woo)

You see the bitches I crushed, they're the baddest (Geek, geek)

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