You a Cat lyrics

by

Larry June


[Intro]
sh*t, damn, god
Good job Sledgren
Ayy ayy ayy, yeehee
sh*t, damn, bop bop bop, ayy
Goddamn, sock it to me, yeah baby

[Verse 1]
Throwaway MAC-10 with the shoelace on it
Knocked a bad lil b*tch, cute face, big booty, blew some bands on her
What you n*ggas want to do?
Take the brick, chop it screw it on some Texas sh*t?
Threw my phone out the window
I was hearin' sh*t, I ain't wanna take a risk
Buy it for the low, sell it for a good price
I'll show you how to win
My young n*gga told me that they snitchin' so I'm out the way with my other b*tch
My hands dirty, AK47 gunpowder on my burner gloves
Her daddy trippin', stressin' out
Oh my god my baby fell in love with a thug
I don't give a f*ck about the hate
Pillow talkin' n*ggas hella fake
Ayy tell a n*gga what the motive was
I still got the ho anyway
n*ggas always got some sh*t to say
I go to Barneys and they know my name
Canary yellow diamonds on the chain
I do Celine, yeah designer frames
Goddamn, sh*t
[Chorus]
Flexin' hard, like you ballin', n*gga you a cat
Pillow talkin', to these hoes, n*gga you a cat
You a house n*gga talkin' 'bout you need the strap
n*gga you a cat
Hit my phone talkin' 'bout do I need the pack?
n*gga you a cat
I-I-I been goin' through some motherf*ckin' sh*t
I-I-I will never ever trust a punk b*tch
I-I keep thirty in my motherf*ckin' clip
I got money, I got hoes, I'm the sh*t
(Goddamn, sock it to me, yeah baby) damn

[Verse 2]
Range Rover coaster, four-five toter
Plain jane Rollie, goddamn
Slide through the block bustin' hell knots
Gettin' top like a ceiling fan
Grow opp out the weights only
Goin' hard, got it for the wholesale
It's going down at the candy house
We got nachos and the fishscale
I'm a motherf*ckin' mack, I might never text you back
(Hold on sweetie, I'm busy now)
I heard you fell in love with her, goddamn, you're doing bad
It's sounding like a rock band, I hope the FN never jam
I'm a real Fresco n*gga, slide through, it really goes down
n*ggas talk a lot, I don't talk at all
You can have the b*tch, I don't want the broad
All I know is ball, Chevy sitting tall
I'm on an interview layin' down the law
Ho I need it all, post another ad
Cash a n*gga out, then maybe we can talk
Got my money right and bought another loft
Goddamn, sh*t, yeehee
[Interlude]
Ayy what's happenin' b*tch n*gga
Heard you n*ggas travelin' round the world n*gga
Trickin' off on a b*tch n*gga
What's your motherf*ckin' ROI n*gga?
What's your motherf*ckin' return on investment ho?
Get your motherf*ckin' money up n*gga
Yeehee, sh*t, goddamn, yeehee, ayy

[Chorus]
Flexin' hard, like you ballin', n*gga you a cat
Pillow talkin', to these hoes, n*gga you a cat
You a house n*gga talkin' 'bout you need the strap
n*gga you a cat
Hit my phone talkin' 'bout do I need the pack?
n*gga you a cat
I-I-I been goin' through some motherf*ckin' sh*t
I-I-I will never ever trust a punk b*tch
I-I keep thirty in my motherf*ckin' clip
I got money, I got hoes, I'm the sh*t
(Goddamn, sock it to me, yeah baby) damn
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