Letras NEW FRIENDS - Matt Watson

NEW FRIENDS

Ain’t no salary cap I don’t max out
I made a mil with the tax out
Trigger fingers when the gats out, but if we throwing hands hit like Pacquiao
Blood on his shirt
He wiping his nose, you’d think he was sick
You standing too close, you might catch a cold, I keep to the code,
I come from the six, I come from the woo
Kick in the door to your crib, you already know
I’m taking a shit in your bathroom
I ain’t gonna flush, after blowing it up
And then I’m gonna cum in your vacuum
Sipping molly water, watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon, on TNT
Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot
Gun cocked, air it out like bnb
Rocks in the face, that’s The Thing, it’s fantastic
Lit like I’m Johnny Blaze in this bitch
I ain’t got a Method, but Mans will attack you
Gripping that stick like my cock in the bathroom
Two hands
She make it clap, throw two bands
New year, making new friends
H a white boy but no Klu Klan
At least I don’t think he is, um
I guss, I guess he could be
Feeling like I’m Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now
My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I’m over it
Please don’t hit my line, I’m jerking off, there’s no controlling it
Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our cocks, then roll in it
We dock our cocks
You have really soft lips dude
They we -- really soft lips
Way softer than my girlfriend’s lips, if I’m being fully honest
I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend
Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track
Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track
Jakob he asked me to come on the track
We a choo-choo, running a train on the track
Fantano is dead if he don’t give it ten
Send out some shooters to make his life end
Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig
And then cap his bald ass, like I’m clicking a pen
Now I’m stacking the cash, and it’s tall like a mountain
Got boys with me like it was Brokeback
Now I’m packing the bag, and it’s got me all anxious
Got poisonous pills in my Prozac
I got your bitch in the back of my hatchback
Sucking my dick like a Dyson she bad bad
Packing a brick or two up in my backpack
Call me the dealer like we playing blackjack
I just had an epiphany
That I could probably be, the next big rapper wannabe
But I don’t think, that I’ll do it
Because I would rather sleep until noon, and say screw it
Yeah I might do what you think, yeah I might drown in the pink
Yeah I might fuck around and hit up Embassy Suites
Rent a penthouse, and piss in the sink
For real, I might, get a penthouse in Embassy Suites and just piss in the sink
Put that shit on Instagram live, ha