Black Cat
In a black cat nickname the block spinner
To you yung rap cats I'm like master splinter
The OG, sold two features for the low threes
Hit her wit janky leg, made her lock knees
Love how you talking, speaking quapanese
Pretty face walking up but love to see it leave
Blowing feria as if money grows on trees
Had to hit my dawg oce like "where you be?
In a black 36 tearing up the streets
I'm Doggin on this kitty till it can't breathe
Loso bouncing out so that makes three
3 deep, heading east finna street sweep
What that mean? That mean we'll smoke the block up
And 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 pick them all up
Got the Pop and wok finna experiment
Love how you can tell on how it's smearing it
This pop right here $250 ain't no spilling it
Aint no kissing it bitch I'm inconsiderate
*Sip* ha
Watch how you coming with muscle you get blast
Watch how you talking my killers get on yo ass
If it's jump up then it's up, all that back and forth ain't nun of that
Dumb stupid fuck is you dumb or just stupid?
I'm a hustler, sell love to Cupid
Sell water to a wale? Shit I'll love do it
These million dollar dreams starting to seem so lucid
But Might lose it if you live too fast
Got one strap but it'll bust 2 mags
Two steps forward, keep one foot back
Why you got a bag you don't plan to make it fat?
I've dogged In a track, dogged in a cat
TRX the truck, dogged all in that
Honey sliding in the scat, sparking up a pack
You know the motto get back or get smacked
Nor cal bars ain't nun but just that
So cal cool but north is wheres it's at
Burn rubber till the rim turn black
Smoke show, when I turn don't get bapped
Hit the load, hell no we ain't finna scrap
Like I got the perk Burst first, he double tapped
Thinking he Habibi we leaving turbines wrapped
Oh boosie ass bitch getting mad over the facts
Boy you work at lids all you do is cap
Talking about this motion, you ain't got nun of that
I'm from the B A Y, that's the YADDA
You just a bitch with the stick, ain't with the bladada
To you yung rap cats I'm like master splinter
The OG, sold two features for the low threes
Hit her wit janky leg, made her lock knees
Love how you talking, speaking quapanese
Pretty face walking up but love to see it leave
Blowing feria as if money grows on trees
Had to hit my dawg oce like "where you be?
In a black 36 tearing up the streets
I'm Doggin on this kitty till it can't breathe
Loso bouncing out so that makes three
3 deep, heading east finna street sweep
What that mean? That mean we'll smoke the block up
And 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 pick them all up
Got the Pop and wok finna experiment
Love how you can tell on how it's smearing it
This pop right here $250 ain't no spilling it
Aint no kissing it bitch I'm inconsiderate
*Sip* ha
Watch how you coming with muscle you get blast
Watch how you talking my killers get on yo ass
If it's jump up then it's up, all that back and forth ain't nun of that
Dumb stupid fuck is you dumb or just stupid?
I'm a hustler, sell love to Cupid
Sell water to a wale? Shit I'll love do it
These million dollar dreams starting to seem so lucid
But Might lose it if you live too fast
Got one strap but it'll bust 2 mags
Two steps forward, keep one foot back
Why you got a bag you don't plan to make it fat?
I've dogged In a track, dogged in a cat
TRX the truck, dogged all in that
Honey sliding in the scat, sparking up a pack
You know the motto get back or get smacked
Nor cal bars ain't nun but just that
So cal cool but north is wheres it's at
Burn rubber till the rim turn black
Smoke show, when I turn don't get bapped
Hit the load, hell no we ain't finna scrap
Like I got the perk Burst first, he double tapped
Thinking he Habibi we leaving turbines wrapped
Oh boosie ass bitch getting mad over the facts
Boy you work at lids all you do is cap
Talking about this motion, you ain't got nun of that
I'm from the B A Y, that's the YADDA
You just a bitch with the stick, ain't with the bladada
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Writer(s): Bustdown Vic
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