MATTER FACT by EGOVERT & Travis Barker lyrics

MATTER FACT

EGOVERT & Travis Barker

GENRE

Rap

SPOTIFY

APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Ayo, man, shout-out Travis Barker, nigga
Gang (Broadcast [?])
Skrr-skrr-skrr, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Matter fact, I would rather kill myself than fuck with niggas (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wack, off a lot of substances, come take a picture (Woah)
Specialist, off the medicine, fucking no condom woman (What? What?)
Rest in piss, at your grave, it's grey, like grandma's pussy [?]
Matter fact, I would rather kill myself than turn to snitchin' (Turn this [?])
Resurrect all the dead homies that I'm learning with
I'm in her butt
Niggas think I'm weird, I do not give a fuck
Collect no cut, talkin' 'bout some bullshit
His bitch lookin' [?]

[Verse]
Skrrt on a fuck-ass nigga
It go blat-blat-blat-blat
Ring-ding-ding-ding
It go blat-blat-blat-blat
Ring-ding-ding-ding
That bitch, she dance, that bitch, she twerk
That bitch, she throw it back, it hurt
I feel like Kurt, well matter fact, I feel like Kurt
But off a Perc' (But fuck that)
Okay, walk in this bitch I go "Bang!"
Choppa hit nigga and face
Fa-fa-fa, in the night time, eatin' fried rice, I'm a nice guy
Turn to a [?]
Bitch, I'm on his head, with my [?] go night-night
Bitch, you might die, roll with me
Roll my blunt with a two-face with a toothpaste
I can't feel my face like a cold case…

…That's the sound she makes when she goes 'round
That's a bitch I wanna fuck around
[?] from out of town
Balenciagas and the shoes [?] wow
Fuck a nigga up on the ground…