CatDog

(Brrt) 313 Mafia (brrt) You're not makin' this easy, Kyle (Ayy, shit easy, like) (That's how this shit is, dude) (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on, yeah) It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh) Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt) Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash all Bitch done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll Treat the GLE like a lotto ticket and scratch off Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog We on a run for the ages, this the victory lap I knew I had the future in my bag back in history class (man) Gang slidin' in some shit, look like the Mystery Van I did it masked up, crime in the D, bitch, I'm the mystery man (shh) Phone slammin' like a piledriver (brr) Never set a trend, you just a style biter Fuck around and flood my teeth with VVs, so I smile brighter Sendin' cuddy to the sto' for, hit, he an isle-niner (damn) I'll tell a bitch to kick dirt (fuck on) Whole time, you eatin' hoes like you Big Lurch Fanta from Japan with the Wocky, this a rich burp Call of Duty Zombies, bro just popped his fifth Perc' (ah) I ain't askin' nobody for nothin', that's just how I think Toronto Raptors, not no Super Sonics, that's just how I drink (nah) We can't hang, grabbin' Cubans, that's how I link I was underground, now I'm higher than the mountains reach Hundred overall, shit, my craft mastered You ain't gon' get anywhere in life if you a half-asser (swear) If you catch me in the club, I got a lamb platter Dog $hit Militia, out in traffic, we some cat scratchers It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh) Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt) Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash all Bitch done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll Treat the GLE like a lotto' ticket and scratch off Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog I 'member we all used to hoop with a flat ball Face post a Track', but my arm got a Scat on it Thought they retired from the road, brodie back on it I need a time machine, I'm goin' back for the Act' only Ain't shit baby 'bout me, bitch, pockets grown man I'm in Balenciaga buyin' sneakers like they pro kit Millions off of rap, but I'm livin' like the dope man I might break out if she touch me with her broke hands You know I'm geeked up, spazzin', lights, camera, action Trippin' off the whip-its like inhalers for your asthma How you lit with no kit or whatever that bitch-ass said Man, I'm somethin' like a pimp, watch yo' mouth, or you get backhand I'm in the bando with Bando, they wavy like the gang We got dog shit and ammo, them boys'll make it rain Relax with all that green shit, you might end up a stain I might send a freak bitch to talk him out his frames Ain't got no money or no motion, is you playin' or you coachin'? Put a chip in that bitch, you can hear the boy approachin' The baddies fuckin' on sight, but I still ain't losin' focus I be laughin' at these lames, they the only ones who's jokin' It was three digits in the clip until his mans ran off (huh) Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph (brrt) Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball Hit it doin' deals, I just bought yo' mans half-off To get you killed, it ain't a method, I'll cash all Bitch done made her first ten thousand dollars, think she Kash Doll (Treat the GLE like a lotto' ticket and scratch off) Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog