Аккорды к песне ​$UICIDEBOY$ — MATTE BLACK

 
for easy: key "-1" 
 
whole song: A#m G#  
 
[Intro: Yung Christ] 
(You did good $lick) 
(It's a Smash!) 
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto 
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto 
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet 
 
[Verse 1: Yung Christ] 
A#m 
I got the Glock in my yoga pants 
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance 
G# 
Swangin' that K' with an open stance 
Loaded from smoking that opium 
A#m 
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in 
All of my walls, they closing in 
G# 
51/50, they tryna come get me 
Just minding my business and moseying 
A#m 
Matte black, smokin' packs 
Panic attacks, back to back 
G# 
Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse? 
 
But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout 
I just wanna put it up in her mouth 
Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? 
Thuggin' that dirty South 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side 
$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughtеr up your daughter 
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, hе drive on water 
Anytime, any place, any hood, any state 
Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fucking face 
Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates 
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic never looking phased 
Poet when I'm spitting game (Game) 
Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved) 
Dosage climbin' with my shame (Shame) 
Mama crying for my pain (Pain) 
Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad? 
Money fuckin' up my fam', giving until there's nothing left 
Pulling up in that latest (Damn!) 
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands 
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends 
Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans 
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans 
Went to my hood and I copped some land 
Blowing through my money like Democrats 
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax 
 
[Verse 2: Romeo da Black Rose] 
Why the fuck you look to me for help? 
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt 
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself 
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt 
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt 
Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know 
There's a fine line between me and you 
The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke 
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through 
But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin' 
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes 
Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm gripping my nine 
Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height 
Standing tall over my grave 
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved 
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made 
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste 
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste! 
Lil Shawty wanna marry me, I said "You're better off in debt" 
If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget 
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access 
Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat 
I ride for my family that's Grey*59 
Try and be all I can be and not waste my time 
On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind 
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind 
 
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[Outro: Yung Christ & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard] 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 
Three fingers in the air 
Three fingers in the air 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 
Three fingers in the air, m- 
Three fingers in the air, main 
I ride for my family that's Grey*59 
I ride for my family that's Grey*59 
Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time 
Try and be all I can be and I waste my time