Matlock

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Turnt down niggas get they bitch shot at Catch ya baby momma slipping at the laundrymat Got the whole crowd cheering like Fonzie back My army strapped, blazed where Bonzi at? Got em wishing at the well that they see a nigga fail Rather see me in jail then doing well like the white folk They ain't even want Mike Jones, still tippin Leave the tip on the table as I serve you niggas I still ride around the city like I murder niggas Bad hoes get Roethlisberger'd No lies, preserve Curb That, Enthusiasm just a lil bit We ain't' fucking round with them rounds, cuh they still equipped Warfare, Guerrilla clips, hold that, throwback, Darko Milicic Sons got lojack, find ya babysitter crib, run up in that ho and blow that lil' muhfucka away Is it wrong if I say, I'm feeling better than anybody's ever been Herring Bone chain and some skeletons, pelicans Rap niggas telling fibs, you ain't really selling shit If you is, lead yo crib up like cheap paint I tell my niggas C-safe cause the beach ain't Most the niggas telling you to practice what you preach fake You never talk about the dirt that you do Cause in interrogation pigs can say that heard that from, you [Hook] And real niggas don't play by the rules, we just go hard In yo front yard with the tools, let em dump off Called Matlock, got the case dropped Riding all around yo city with the safe off (x2) Nigga...