Black Matter

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, heh-heh
Fuck them poles on dem birdie!
Give her the D and she smiling, Whoa!
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it, yeah!
Go ahead girl ouu, kiss on the tip!
Golden chain so bright, God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money, feeling on top of the world now
No that isn’t my girl (mm) I was on a trip (ouu!)
With the groupies (mm) hopped me (me!)
When I got on top of them, yeah!
Everyone be quiet (shh-shh-shh-shh-shh!)
Gotta keep the windows closed, who is knocking at my door?
Better hope that’s the Pope, who is calling my phone?
(fuck them poles on dem birdie!)
Gotta keep everyone on ease, can’t stress out on this weed
I don’t flee, guns up in the air, crimes must disappear
(woo!) My boys are blue, that’s always their clue
Hiding from the truth, especially when they pay for fake news
(hold up, huh?)
Cause when they do, we are always making moves
Free all the innocents, they didn’t do you wrong
I’m tired of the race war, hands up in the air
Pray for the end, only lord knows when (yeah, yeah)
Fuck them poles on dem birdie!
Give her the D and she smiling (Whoa-whoa-whoa!)
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it yeah! go ahead girl, ouu kiss on the tip!
Golden chain so bright, God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money, feeling on top of the world now