Matador // horned God lyrics

[Intro]
You think you know me
Matadors on my toes n*gga rocking raging bulls
You don’t call no f*ckin shots n*gga you don’t got no pull
I could f*ck up on your thot got her-
Haey—yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Danger

[Verse]
Matadors on my toes n*gga rocking raging bulls
You don’t call no f*ckin shots n*gga you don’t got no pull
I could f*ck up on your thot got her pus*y like a pool
When I pull up on the scene all the bad b*tches drool
She goin twerk, twerk that ass she goin work like she in school
Working for it she in school working for it she in class
I don't wanna f*ck the hoe cause the b*tch ain't got no class
n*ggas hella wanna be me cause they ass ain't got no swag
Put me against anybody I got that sh*t in the bag
b*tches in the pot butt naked put dat coke up in the bag (b*tch)
Only gang I bang infernal pentagrams up on my rag (Hoe)
n*ggas tryna do everything like me
I swear that I'm ya dad
They b*tches all up in my comments
So these n*ggas hella mad
n*ggas switch up like I wouldn't kill for them (Yuh)
That sh*t is sad
These n*ggas tripping 'bout some b*tches
Need to get a f*ckin bag (Yuh, yuh)
Get a f*ckin bag (Yuh, yuh)