Matt - Black Guns lyrics

Verse 1. - WiseBurger What the f** is up yes we f**ing thuggin On the f**ing golf course with thurnis, clubbin b**h bout that f**ing sh** She bout that f**ing dick All the f**ing haters Come give that sh** a f**ing lick Yes take off your girls shirt And im cumming on her chest Yep all over her f**ing breasts When I'm at school b**h I'm asleep on my f**ing desk Teachers pa** me up Don't even give my a** the f**ing test I'm waking up early again Doing this f**ing track with my friend You try to be good but all you f**ing do is sin That maylang, that brangdang vol. 2 Step to WanGang b**h, you instantly threw Verse 2. – Matt Trendy n***as with filtered pictures think that f**ing go ham Trendy f**ing followers from twitter and an Instagram Man who the f** you think you praying too I ain't god and if I was I would f**ing abominate you Oh really now you trying to put your toughness pants on You a middle school gay f*g Call him f**in Pokemon I'm coming in, black chromed out Knight and shining armor But you talked sh** so now dead, wow, that's f**ing karma b**h you don't f**ing scare me Leave yo a** bloody red Call his a** ocean spread Motherf**ing cranberry n***as wanna go crazy for a n***a With punch lines but they little fish to me That's why I got my hook and line