Match It ft. YTS Neech Lyrics

I said baby sell your soul to me

I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci

I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas

Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me

Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it

Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets

Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic

Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it

This a new skrrt

Bad bitch pullin' up with two skirts

That just mean its two bitches

They be off that new work

Baby wanna do perc

I just wanna do her

I just wanna do squirt

Shit on niggas nu-re

Imma trappin addict

Babygirl just count the money

If i do the trappin add it

This ain't 27, 28, yeah i been trappin, add it

I been playin with the scale

I want the bands up on the mattress

I was pullin on her hair

But we aint fucking on the mattress

I'ma demon, im a rilla out the fucking zoo

I got rena, i got brina, i'ma fuck you too

Aint no snakes up in my grass, but theres someone im tryna shoot

I put my man's up on the hit cause i'm just tryna find the loot

I said baby sell your soul to me

I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci

I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas

Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me

Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it

Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets

Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic

Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it

Yeah

They really pussy, man they really don't want no static

We got that shit, so he went to the sky

I ain't talking bout carpet aladin

She shaking her ass and im getting the cash in

Made over a hundred, thats just off of trappin

We get shit hit quick like dab pens

This a quick pick six, i draft em

I hop in the whip and i put it in sports mode

Told em tap in like a morse code

She asked me to cashapp, but i dont support hoes

Passin her off cause she got the torch bro

Hot in the kitchen, 26 with extention

26 on a mission, get m's and a chicken

Dont try play me like im stupid

Is you dumb hoe

And we rolling up them p's of the gumbo

I told that bitch we can't six-nine, ain't talkin gummo

And i know she wanna dance with me, i kick her to the curb

Drive out to the city, cop a diddy, serve it to the burbs

I said baby sell your soul to me

I ain't singing to you bitch this aint no jodeci

I get the pack in, but i need the shit from overseas

Im at the top, you at the bottom, im who over see's, lil bitch who over me

Trap it, i took her heart and put it in a pan, aint mean to crack it

Could fuck on venus, but you know im focused on the rackets

Tell that bitch to give me head while i be swerving through the traffic

Half these niggas really pussy, they want smoke don't wanna match it