Cat N Da Hat
Dog shit boasting out my pocket, do this shit with ease
Started word of mouth, fuck with me you tryna get some cheese
I'm just counting up, you know all this shit be all profit
Yea I seen a drought but I bounced back just like the stock market
You don't know about them dolla. uh. yea the bin market
Niggas can never fuck w me they really shoulda been chalked it
You niggas ain't gone do a thing stop with all that fucking barking
I don't care if you pussies die, fuck it I'll buy the coffins
Steppin out in all black like that nigga Bruce Wayne
Everybody in my group shine like we the wu-tang
You know that bitch with me a dime, this my new flame
And I can't go too long without them yerks, that's a fucking shame
I just went and bought my bitch a purse
Cuz I was playing games
You can't even pay me for a verse cuz you a fucking lame
And you broke as hell, yo bitch told me that
Take her on a road trip, don't even worry she gone be back
Put the ball right in your hands, how you fumble that
You only get one life you crash out ain't no coming back
I'm in Arkansas running it up like a razor back
I just upped so much John wall she had a heart attack
I wake up and break all the laws fuck them cracker jacks
I'm with the businessman and we bout business like we wearing slacks
I get high as juice world when I'm in the raq
You a pussy nigga you always cappin, that's cat n da hat
Started word of mouth, fuck with me you tryna get some cheese
I'm just counting up, you know all this shit be all profit
Yea I seen a drought but I bounced back just like the stock market
You don't know about them dolla. uh. yea the bin market
Niggas can never fuck w me they really shoulda been chalked it
You niggas ain't gone do a thing stop with all that fucking barking
I don't care if you pussies die, fuck it I'll buy the coffins
Steppin out in all black like that nigga Bruce Wayne
Everybody in my group shine like we the wu-tang
You know that bitch with me a dime, this my new flame
And I can't go too long without them yerks, that's a fucking shame
I just went and bought my bitch a purse
Cuz I was playing games
You can't even pay me for a verse cuz you a fucking lame
And you broke as hell, yo bitch told me that
Take her on a road trip, don't even worry she gone be back
Put the ball right in your hands, how you fumble that
You only get one life you crash out ain't no coming back
I'm in Arkansas running it up like a razor back
I just upped so much John wall she had a heart attack
I wake up and break all the laws fuck them cracker jacks
I'm with the businessman and we bout business like we wearing slacks
I get high as juice world when I'm in the raq
You a pussy nigga you always cappin, that's cat n da hat
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Writer(s): Milton Bass
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