NPC Activities ft. Over The Classic & Matt Bates Lyrics

Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee-ass haircut you got, you'd get some bitches on your dick

Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog ass if she ever stop fuckin' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fuckin' with, nigga

Been around too long, to be honest, it just make sense

CPU my Tesla, flip that shit just like a G6

Can't fuck with no extras, cut the credits on that weak shit

Over my profession, turn your classic to my new shit

So please just mind my manners, I just rised the standards

Cop my girl that new Pandora, colors flashin' propaganda uh

Never understand us, made from different planets

NPC activity, the flow on Aubrey grammar

NPC activities, y'all lack creativity

Rappin' circles round 'em, while I'm out makin' deliveries

Ain't nothin' to me, can't fuck with me, I'm by the beach, I bring the heat

If one of y'all try and fuck with me, I'll call up 3, he down the street

Gon' let it sing, like Matt up in the booth

Shawty call me babe, but I told her I ain't Ruth

Only time I ever lie, when layin' pipe, just tellin' truth

Said he trying to make it out, just need a shot

That's an excuse, fuck

Huh, like I sneezed, bitch excuse me

I don't go to churches, less its chicken get a two-piece

I like mean bitches, need a shawty to abuse me

Excuse me? What you mean abuse me

What happened to the girl that you was talkin' in the boonies

I don't wanna talk about it, that's another story

Now I got bitches lookin' for me like I'm Dory

Heard that she was playin' in the field, the head boring

Sleepin' in the pussy, had a nigga dead snoring

But shit, I woke up, man, I love this bitch

I pray to God that we don't break up

Wait, who the fuck you callin' a bitch

Damn, Matt you bullshittin'

You can't take the heat, better get the fuck up out the kitchen

He a NPC, why you actin' like the opposition

Buddy always talkin', swear these NPCs be fuckin' trippin'

If he trippin', get a cane, better walk it out

You ain't talkin' change, what the fuck we even talkin' bout

I'm non-playable and you a character

Shawty brought more friends, I told her more the merrier

Told her if she engineer for me, then I would probably marry her

Yeah, they say they got that dog, but they look like Boston Terriers

This a classic, I got Ovee on this shit

I ain't even hardly rappin', got 'em boppin' to this shit

Like, what the fuck you think would happen when I hopped up on this shit

On my GTA shit, but none the beats get wasted uh

Ovee doodlin' in class, swear that boy gon ace shit

Me and Jaido on the track, swear y'all boys go ape shit

Niggas ridin' around the city, probably do about eight trips

Out in Suicide Lane, I can't even take slips

Lil Baby, my new rapper, so I'm skiing down with drip

Out in Florida, I'm finessin', I'm not worried about a bitch

They like, Ovee, you ain't real, AI-generated wrist

Swear these NPCs be watchin', all they do is make a list

I'm the player of the game, leaderboard just sayin' him

All I do is get this money, do my dance like Lil Kim

All my niggas get a plate, getting messy, get a bib

Turn this Prius to a Tesla, boy, the way I make it drift

Boy, it's classic

Matt, you're crazy