Cnt cAtCh m3 lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C]
These b*tches suckin' and f*ckin'
Goddamn, these b*tches disgustin'
I keep a Glock for the tough kids
Just c*ck it and up it and bust it (f*ck you!)
I walk in Saks with the Neimans
I spend that check like it's nothin'
High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)
All of these hoes in here f*ckin'
Hi-C, どうもありがとう
Boot up like Mister Roboto
We pullin' up in big bodies
Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos
House full of hoes like a brothel
Pass that ho tell my hermano
f*ckin' a pretty cubano
Kick sh*t like Cristian' Ronaldo
(This is too easy)
(Heaven or Hell, let's rock)

[Chorus: Lil Yawh]
I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me
To prove why I don't do attachment
That's why I don't do demandin'
That's why I havе to abandon
That's why I get to the bandys
That's why I get to thе bandwidth
That's why I can't f*ck with lame-ies
Monkey see, monkey bananas
That's why all I see is bandos
Bandos make sh*t open up
I know Bandos make 'em close it up
I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more
Bandos, and bandos, and bandos
I took a flight, saw some camels
I took a flight, saw Four Seasons
I took a flight from Los Angeles
[Verse: Hi-C]
Porsche parked outside the function
Sittin' on spurs like Tim Duncan
Back of the club gettin' blunted
b*tch, I'm way too high to function
Twenty's and fifty's and hunnids
I can't put nothin' above it
Vivienne necklace is flooded
Whip out my di*k and she suck it
She pop a bean and get sl*tty
I beat it up like a bully
Cuffin' that b*tch, you a dummy
Hi-C, b*tch, I'm way too gully
Gettin' brain from a snowbunny
She sniff coke 'til her nose bloody
I put that di*k in her tummy
I pass that b*tch to my buddies
These b*tches suckin' and f*ckin'
Goddamn, these b*tches disgustin'
I keep a Glock for the tough kids
Just c*ck it and up it and bust it
I'm walk in Saks with the Neimans
I spend that sh*t like it's nothin'
High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty
All of these hoes in here f*ckin'
Hi-C, どうもありがとう
Boot up like Mister Roboto
We pullin' up in big bodies
Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos
House full of hoes like a brothel
Pass that ho tell my hermano
f*ckin' a pretty cubano
Kick sh*t like Cristian' Ronaldo
She got some big mommy milkers
Come here, b*tch, give me some milky
That b*tch so smooth and so silky
She give me head in a Bentley
We ridin' 'round with a semi
Told that f*ck n*gga, ''Come get me''
b*tch, it's not on me, it's in me
f*ckin' on hoes, I got plenty
[Chorus: Lil Yawh]
I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me
To prove why I don't do attachment
That's why I don't do demandin'
That's why I have to abandon
That's why I get to the bandys
That's why I get to the bandwidth
That's why I can't f*ck with lame-ies
Monkey see, monkey bananas
That's why all I see is bandos
Bandos make sh*t open up
I know bandos make 'em close it up
I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more
Bandos and bandos and bandos
I took a flight, saw some camels
I took a flight, saw Four Seasons
I took a flight from Los Angeles

[Outro]
(Hurts, doesn't it?)