Cat Got His Tongue

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gotit] ( Taurus ) I'ma hit a lot when that Draco blow Aim on full stop with that Draco, ho Catch you swerving, we gon' be the reason, fuck a pothole Niggas old as fuck, like I snatched your watch, your time gone [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong Man to man, еye to eye, confront him, now thе cat got his tongue [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] 2016, rollin' doobs, havin' gas in my lungs Fuckin' on a bitch and her bestie, thought they both said some' Got one suckin' dick and the other one legs locked Buy a tiger, I can't post it up, I know the feds coming out Different color money, spending fifties and I'm saving all these hundreds Check the score 'bout 'em, got a fifty on her And I got a Draco, bitch want a hundred YSL life, rich gang bangin' Money's out, we some number one stunters How we kick it? Like number one punters Got some VVS's and some tennis pointers Yeah, say that then Gangster party, play that then Two guns he drawin', pay that man Big, big bankroll, can't slay that man They play, he spin his ceiling fan Roll like red carpets in your bity, man This some real shooters in that Bentley stance Roll lackin', get it, fill the cash Fuck the suit, hit his suit and cap [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed ] Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on ( Tatted up, tatted up ) Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on ( Brrr, brrr ) Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo ( Okay ) All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on ( Yeah ) I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on ( Yeah ) I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone ( Okay, let's go ) Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong ( Yeah ) Man to man, eye to eye, confront him, now the cat got his tongue [Verse 2: Lil Keed] Niggas be talkin' and sneak dissing, this drip one of one (Keed, talk to 'em, yeah) Hop in the bed, then hop in her legs (Hop in), the coupe, that's on gone (Hop out it, yeah) And I stay rollin' the big one, 41, and it's honeycomb (Yeah, roll it, roll it, roll it) Yes, my shooters, they known to hit they man (Shooters), and not hit a home (Brrt) Gelato 41, smokin' the biggest blunt (Ah, ah) Pick out the bitch, then pick up another one (Yeah) They order the smoke, I ship it like Amazon (Yeah) You know I'm the pope, ain't nobody slime as us (Yeah) Better pray, I'm givin' Chucks to your baby mama Better know she a bust-down Thotiana (Woo) Better know we die 'bout that green, McDonald's Slimeball, turn up (Woo) We been cookin' beef in the kitchen (Yeah), I'm with Topchef Gotti (Topchef) I'm with Topchef Gotti (Yeah), ridin' in that 'Rari (Slimeball) Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt That's how it sound, nigga (Skrrt) Please stop cappin' to the internet, you not the founder (Brrt, Cullinan Ave, what?) [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed ] Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on ( Ayy, yeah ) Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on ( Slimeball, what? ) Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong Man to man, eye to eye, confront him, now the cat got his tongue [Outro: Lil Gotit] I'ma hit a lot when that Draco blow Aim on full stop with that Draco, ho Catch you swerving, we gon' be the reason, fuck a pothole Niggas old as fuck, like I snatched your watch, your time gone