NEW FRIENDS - Matt Watson

Ain’t no salary cap I don’t max out

I made a mil with the tax out

Trigger fingers when the gats out, but if we throwing hands hit like Pacquiao

Blood on his shirt

He wiping his nose, you’d think he was sick

You standing too close, you might catch a cold, I keep to the code,

I come from the six, I come from the woo

Kick in the door to your crib, you already know

I’m taking a shit in your bathroom

I ain’t gonna flush, after blowing it up

And then I’m gonna cum in your vacuum

Sipping molly water, watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon, on TNT

Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot

Gun cocked, air it out like bnb

Rocks in the face, that’s The Thing, it’s fantastic

Lit like I’m Johnny Blaze in this bitch

I ain’t got a Method, but Mans will attack you

Gripping that stick like my cock in the bathroom

Two hands

She make it clap, throw two bands

New year, making new friends

H a white boy but no Klu Klan

At least I don’t think he is, um

I guss, I guess he could be

Feeling like I’m Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now

My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I’m over it

Please don’t hit my line, I’m jerking off, there’s no controlling it

Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our cocks, then roll in it

We dock our cocks

You have really soft lips dude

They we -- really soft lips

Way softer than my girlfriend’s lips, if I’m being fully honest

I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend

Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track

Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track

Jakob he asked me to come on the track

We a choo-choo, running a train on the track

Fantano is dead if he don’t give it ten

Send out some shooters to make his life end

Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig

And then cap his bald ass, like I’m clicking a pen

Now I’m stacking the cash, and it’s tall like a mountain

Got boys with me like it was Brokeback

Now I’m packing the bag, and it’s got me all anxious

Got poisonous pills in my Prozac

I got your bitch in the back of my hatchback

Sucking my dick like a Dyson she bad bad

Packing a brick or two up in my backpack

Call me the dealer like we playing blackjack

I just had an epiphany

That I could probably be, the next big rapper wannabe

But I don’t think, that I’ll do it

Because I would rather sleep until noon, and say screw it

Yeah I might do what you think, yeah I might drown in the pink

Yeah I might fuck around and hit up Embassy Suites

Rent a penthouse, and piss in the sink

For real, I might, get a penthouse in Embassy Suites and just piss in the sink

Put that shit on Instagram live, ha