Category* lyrics

Lyrics from snippet 1

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Cried from Burberry to my soul, ayy, throw that category

[Verse: Babyface Ray]
Plenty guns, plenty clips
Forty longs, lil .36
You seem hard, GTA
Foreign cars at the crib, lil' b*tch
Money elastic, n*ggas be laughing, packing
Far behind my past and sh*t
Demons lacking, birds scratching
Say the wrong thing, n*gga, catfish
Take off like NASA
If we got a problem, my n*ggas might play up my n*ggas
Got a good girl like Curry, a n*gga get tired
Shoot all the acting at the crib, he play like we ain't signed—

Lyrics from snippet 2

[Verse: G Herbo]
They look at that slizz and we can't even scrape, they skip to state, for real
Righteous-ass VR, trap cost three, and we winning the race, for real
f*ck the casе, we gon' go on a chase
Put the foot on gas, now thеre ain't no brakes
I ain't giving no pass, get the chance to take
We just got—