BLACK CAT (feat. Breesy & Ez Flockin) [Remix]

Yeah in that black cat, nicknamed the black spinner To you yung rap cats, I'm like Master Splinter The OG, sold 2 features for the low threes Hit her with that janky leg, made her lock knees Love how you speakin', speakin' Guapinese Pretty face walkin' up, but love to see it leave Blowing feria, as if money grows on trees Had to hit my dog Oce like, where you be? He in the black 36, tearin' up the streets I'm doggin' on this kitty till it can't breathe Losos bouncin' out, so that makes three Three deep, heading east finna street sweep What that mean? It mean, we'll smoke a block up And when I speak, do please shut the fuck up! I'm TOO G for the beef, but keep it one up Heavy metals, ain't shit to picked them All up Ayy, hold on, you know what I'm sayin' Breesy in this bitch Bustdown Vic VVS on our necks, fuckin' your bitch All that shit, ayy (Lettem kno sum!) Hold on Vic, ayy Sheesh Out the 305, you know I'm reppin' it Breesy came through walkin', yeah, he steppin' shit Walkin' fresh as fuck, I'm like a peppermint Dissin' all the guys and I'ma tackle like he Adelman Tryna take from me and then we smackin' him I don't give a fuck, but you assume you gettin' smacked again Told her I was fienin' for a lick, we settin' up a friend Ayy, now pass it for me, do you understand? Look, a dog and a cat, a friend in the back I'm tryna hit a lick, a hundred on the dash That's why they call me Breesy, I'm blowin' money fast Thumbin' through the money in the whip now and I'm finna crash Big stunner, workin' up and I'ma kick it like a punter The opps, they talkin', I'ma line them like a drummer Dippin' off the shot like he a runner Ayy, ayy Ha, ayy, the West is always up STUUUPPPIDDDD, check it I flew to Vegas just to buy a bustdown You drove to Vegas, but you took the bus down Henny and Crown, I'm shootin' opps like it's Free throws Chicken and waffles, I'm at the Roscoe's off of Pico Gleekos Fiends and M16s I was trappin' grands for Big Macs in front of Mickey D's Now it's AMGs and M3s, you can't catch me And if you pressin' for the feature, then I'm taxin' a fee Copped a foreign with a LLC, it's tax-free And if they talkin' bout the West, then they mentionin' me From the 909 to the 323 Talk shit and get hit with a 223 Ha, silly rabbit, we ain't fuckin' with tricks We just pull up to the club, they wanna Bustdown Vic And yes, I'm at the studio, little bitch, let me be Stop bein' difficult, it's easy