Matte black, smokin` packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating
(hmm)
Should i relapse?
But back to the hoe i was talkin` `bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what`s up cuz?
Thuggin` that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, ♥♥♥♥♥ , Grey 59
Yung Jesus with them
Forgi wheels don`t walk, he drive on water (ay!)
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good `til it ♥♥♥♥♥♥` ain`t.
Ridin` with my baby Sage,
lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains
Stoic, never looking phased.

$uicideboy$- Matte Black.