Matt Wxsted - Oh No! Lyrics

Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Bitches come
And then go-go
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Haters talk
They don't know, no
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
I want all the blow, I'm a heavy addict
Pull up to the show, Imma have the addy
Never feeling low, higher off the xannies
Always wanting more, bitch I can have it
I need dollars, I need motherf*cking bands
Shawty giving top in the back of the 'benz
Dead presidents are soon to be my friends
I swear this lifestyle never f*cking ends
I learned my lesson so please don't go test me
Deal with this life, it ain't no f*cking blessing
I don't know why that these f*ckboys keep flexing
I am the best me, don't try to impress me
F*ck on her pelvis, she callin' me Presley
I got the molly she pop it like Pepsi
The haters too jolly they all wanna test me
I'm ready, I'm ready
It's bout to be messy
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Bitches come
And then go-go
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Haters talk
They don't know, no
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Backstage I'm hanging with my crew
The ones that book me know I pull up for that booze
No management, I just let myself go loose
These other rappers show no respect til I break through
2 shows, 2 weeks
I been on a streak
Now they f*ck with me
Please just let me be
All the hate too weak
All em bitches tweak
All em bitches geek
I got family to feed, aye!
Now I'm boutta run it back
Who would've thought that I'd make it with rap
I mixed the emo with trap
Put myself right, up and under the map
I don't know why they think they can get it with Matt
Begging for money, I feel like their dad
Bitches hang on me, they call me their dad
Bitches backstage, yeah they beg me to rap
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Bitches come
And then go-go
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Haters talk
They don't know, no
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!