paroles de chanson Match My Drank - 444 KeyLo

Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)
Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)

(Look)
I'm taking shots to the face like my opps on a bad day
When I see him, I ain't gon' be on handshakes
Put the clip in, watch my hand shake
I give a fuck what her dad say, bend her over in the backseat
Catch a opp and it's a bad day
Not for me, I'm making money pussy, I do nothing but bag chase

(Look, I do nothing but, nothing but, ugh)

Boy better get yo' bag up
Press up on me better back up
Cause you could really meet the blammer
That hammer make me gotta pull my pants up
Don't say nun', unless you wanna get sprayed up
Better play dumb, if they tryna build a case up
Big k dump, big bottles like A1
Better pay up, on yo top those pay stubs (Ugh)

You can not pay that, roll it up, face that
You could get sprayed like some Ajax
Been around, say that, real killer, laid back
Dot on yo' head like a face that, better face facts
I done beat the odds, the opps and obstacles
And when the beat done drop, I can't stop the flow and if the front door knock, pass the Chop to bro (Like)

I started rapping cause I started living like I was a mother fucking rapper
I started trapping, got into some shit that I wish I never fucking had to
I move like the grinch cause I take what I want and I fuck shit up when I don't have to
And the smile on my face, I'm no mother fucking human, bitch I'm straight outta the NASA

Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)
Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)

(Ugh, look)
I'm getting too hype, I'm taking two flights tonight
I need a new pipe, I hit it for two nights, you right (Look, ugh)
I throw up the three four, the shit that I bang tight, they ain't right
Got bread but I need more, can't stand on my money, I hate heights

And he's laughing like it's funny
It ain't funny when I'm blasting at the dummy
Putting holes in his tella tubby tummy
Serve dro, wipe his nose like shit was runny
Saw the pole, no wonder why he running
Too much drank, piss a ton like Andre Drummond

I been on the creep, I'm coming
Knock the top off yo' muffin, if he want smoke than it's fuck him
Can't let shit go, I can't trust him
Might ride out with my cousin
Catch him lacking and bust him
Like where you going busta', funny how I put the chop down just to cut ya' mother fucker

Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)
Match my drank (Match my drank)
Fill my cup (Fill my cup)
Fuck you think (Fuck you think)
Fuck me up (Fuck me up)