CountPennies - Cat

Uh
I done pulled up in dat' Cat
You see me cross da' street
They say dat' it's too hot on da block
So I took off da heat
I'm ridin' wit' my new bitch
So I had to switch da' seats
And it's cap dat' she a vegan
Cause she ate up da' meat

Like get up on yo' knees let me see why
You a freak
I'm ridin' in dat' M3 all black no you ain't
Seein' me
I'm talkin' to her tryna' find out what she
See in me?
She say dat' I'm rare just like da' steak up
At da' G&D

Fuck it, ridin' wit' no L's, Cant take none
Either way
Passin' by dem' boys we hit hundred on dat' Interstate
He tryna' eat wit' us, but fuck it he can't
Get a plate
And da' whip ain't got no plates, like yeah we Finna' get away

I just turned twenty now my money
Long like limousines
Fold him like a paper catch his ass
Up on dat' magazine
And I been doin' my own shit like
Why they mad at me?
Like you can't be me yeah I'm one of one
Lil' bitch I'm glad to be

You ain't got time, But boy dat's cap
I did more shit in my rap
We makin' motion in dat' trap
Hop on dat' treadmill like it's track
You did dat' hoe shit behind' my back
We get some more shit in dat' pack
Get to da' cheese forget da' mac
Bitch we in motion make it fast

We smoke a opp just like a blunt
I'm finna stunt
Kno' they see us in dat' field, kickin' shit
Just like a punt
Heard dat' he was in dat' booth, i ain't
Heard nun'
They done got me in da' club wit' my bitch
She brought her gun

And why these nigga's be so fake
Just like her lips?
If she get to dancin' on me, shakin ass
She get a tip
Den' I'm gon' pull up to her spot
I gotta dip
Oh he stackin' all dem chips, but his ass
Ain't got no dip

But I can't trip bout' dat' fake shit
Dat' lame shit
Like don't be talkin' bout' no "new year"
On dat' same shit
Give a fuck about you too and who
You came wit
And my heart real cold just like you
See up on dis' chain bitch

Written by:
Count Pennies

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