76 Buccaneers ALLBLACK & Kenny Beats
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[Intro]
Well, well, well, well, well (Oh, fuck)
Laugh about it, lie about it
We got the mad, bitch, today
Kenny, thank you
(Woah, Kenny)
Matchmakers
Today we got the mad, bitch
[Verse 1]
I be ridin' solo in that Range, clutchin' on that thang
Slappin' Acorn, Mac blastin', Detroit BandGang
Black & Milds fucked up my lungs, where the fuck is my flame?
Before I pulled down on Tuttle I had to sweat the blade
Hit the Sinaloa for a pimp lunch, you know I can't change
Red bag of D's and a horchata, the 22nd way (Yeah, that's me)
Dip my tongue on that bag of '10, had to numb my face
My partner bitch throwin' curves at me like I ain't Willie Mays
Stay the fuck out my DMs and quit stalkin' my page
Before my kids Whip and Nae Nae on your fuckin' face
Turned down my backlight to record your stupid ass
Put an emoji on your face and send that bitch to the group chat (Dumbass, dumbass)
[Chorus]
Laugh about it, lie about, make a meme about it (Go 'head)
Don't give a fuck long as my team fed and this money pilin'
Tellin' your friends how I'm so wack and how I broke your back (So?)
But you left out checkin' my trap and how you homeless found it (Rent)
Laugh about it, lie about, make a meme about it (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck long as my team fed and this money pilin' (Never, fact)
Tellin' your friends how I'm so wack and how I broke your back (So?)
But you left out checkin' my trap and how you homeless found it
Well, well, well, well, well (Oh, fuck)
Laugh about it, lie about it
We got the mad, bitch, today
Kenny, thank you
(Woah, Kenny)
Matchmakers
Today we got the mad, bitch
[Verse 1]
I be ridin' solo in that Range, clutchin' on that thang
Slappin' Acorn, Mac blastin', Detroit BandGang
Black & Milds fucked up my lungs, where the fuck is my flame?
Before I pulled down on Tuttle I had to sweat the blade
Hit the Sinaloa for a pimp lunch, you know I can't change
Red bag of D's and a horchata, the 22nd way (Yeah, that's me)
Dip my tongue on that bag of '10, had to numb my face
My partner bitch throwin' curves at me like I ain't Willie Mays
Stay the fuck out my DMs and quit stalkin' my page
Before my kids Whip and Nae Nae on your fuckin' face
Turned down my backlight to record your stupid ass
Put an emoji on your face and send that bitch to the group chat (Dumbass, dumbass)
[Chorus]
Laugh about it, lie about, make a meme about it (Go 'head)
Don't give a fuck long as my team fed and this money pilin'
Tellin' your friends how I'm so wack and how I broke your back (So?)
But you left out checkin' my trap and how you homeless found it (Rent)
Laugh about it, lie about, make a meme about it (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck long as my team fed and this money pilin' (Never, fact)
Tellin' your friends how I'm so wack and how I broke your back (So?)
But you left out checkin' my trap and how you homeless found it
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