MATTER FACT lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayo, man, shout-out Travis Barker, n*gga
Gang (Broadcast [?])
Skrr-skrr-skrr, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Matter fact, I would rather kill myself than f*ck with n*ggas (Yeah)
b*tch I'm wack, off a lot of substances, come take a picture (Woah)
Specialist, off the medicine, f*cking no condom woman (What? What?)
Rest in p*ss, at your grave, it's grey, like grandma's pus*y lips
Matter fact, I would rather kill myself than turn to snitchin' (Turn this [?])
Resurrect all the dead leaders that I'm learning with
I'm in her butt
n*ggas think I'm weird, I do not give a f*ck
Collect no cut, talkin' 'bout some bullsh*t
His b*tch lookin' [?]

[Verse]
Skrrt on a f*ck-ass n*gga
It go blat-blat-blat-blat
Ring-ding-ding-ding
It go blat-blat-blat-blat
Ring-ding-ding-ding
That b*tch, she dance, that b*tch, she twerk
That b*tch, she throw it back, it hurt
I feel like Kurt, well matter fact, I feel like Kurt
But off a Perc' (Trap), but f*ck that
Okay, walk in the b*tch, I go "Bang!"
Choppa hit n*gga and face
Fa-fa-fa, in the night time, eatin' fried rice, I'm a nice guy
Turn to a [?]
b*tch, I'm on his head, with my [?] go night-night
b*tch, you might die, roll with me
Roll my blunt with a two-face with a toothpaste
I can't feel my face like a cold case…
"Fa-fa" That's the sound she makes when she go down
That's a b*tch I wanna f*ck around
[?] from out of town
Balenciagas and the shoes I want
f*ck a n*gga [?] up on the ground…

[Chorus]
'Cause matter fact, I would rather kill myself than f*ck with n*ggas (Yeah)
b*tch I'm wack, off a lot of substances, come take a picture (Woah)
Specialist, off the medicine, f*cking no condom woman (What? What?)
Rest in p*ss, at your grave, it's grey, like grandma's pus*y lips
Matter fact, I would rather kill myself than turn to snitchin' (Turn this [?])
Resurrect all the dead leaders that I'm learning with
I'm in her butt
n*ggas think I'm weird, I do not give a f*ck
Collect no cut...