Match My Kit

[Intro]
Damn, JakeSand

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
I'm getting jiggy, tryna match my kit
I put on all this drip, tryna match my bitch
All this ice in the kitchen, tryna match my wrist
Soul dark as a [?] I'm tryna match my tris
Twin Glocks on each side of me, I'm tryna match my hips
You can't travel where I travel, you can't match my trips
Life a gamble, and I bet that you can't match my chips
All black on the[?] tryna match my [?]
You know Tron, I be on some anti shit
Play with the gang, we'll have you on some [?] shit
Usually it's T.R.X., [?] the Lamb I drift

[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
Shakey butt in here twerking, with her ass out
I tried to chase an opp nigga down, I damn near passed out
I wasn't tripping yesterday, but I'm mad now
All that trolling he was doing, he got fanned down

[Verse 3 ?]
That's a man down
[?] right now, 'cause the van round
No Diddy, we done caught him with his pants down
[?] he with all of that

[Verse 4 ?]
Them niggas throw the towel in, now what you calling that?
E call that shit tucking your [?] it ain't no coming back
Bitches be sick, when I fuck them, don't be calling back

[Verse 5 ?]
[?] you a bitch ass nigga
I'm a rich ass nigga
Ride round thirty deep, sticks [?]
No lil shit, we got big smacks, nigga

[Verse 6 ?]
Sipping high tech, nigga
I ain't paying for that pussy, I am not that nigga
I've been talking cash shit, since the fucking second grade
While in school, my brother [?] set the play
I don't want no Chick Fill A, I'm tryna eat out [?]
She got her passport, I slut her out in [?]
Ain't tryna text you what you doing? Can we crack today?