Watch the Cats Race

Lyrics

[Verse 1: TrDee] Stan brought a freak through, I told him tag me in Told God I'm really sorry, all I do is sin Tron really bucked the fuck up and then hit the gym I be hanging with some real ballers that'll break the rim I ain't danced in a minute, chain be getting sturdy Told my mama, "We gon' be straight, please don't even worry" How ironic, got a .30 on me while I'm eating curry I'ma make a mil' before I even make it close to thirty [Verse 2: BabyTron] Pull up drop a hunnid, boy, you need to turn yo hustle up In the fast lane, swerving off a purple double cup Gas pressing in that spaceship, thеy heard me hover up Why you cuff that bitch? Shе the type to burn the rubber up Hunnid shots, fifty shots, bitch, we war ready Hunnid dollar meal, it's some Wock', left the floor messy They tried to lock us out the game like the door heavy This a Hellkitty, sick y'all boys tryna floor Hemis [Verse 3: TrDee] Hate my generation, think you broke if you ain't got designer Bitch put her titties in my face and then she told me sign her Took his lil' bitch for the night and he couldn't find her Pockets really stuffed with some paper, I feel like a binder Seen this shit coming, feel like Raven Uncle's in the field like he was slaving I could really call a plan with you, Nick Saban Nonfiction when rap, ain't no faking [Verse 4: BabyTron] I'ma try to do the dash till the trans break Dawg smoking bullshit, half reg', half shake Running to the bag, I refuse to be in last place Put that lil' Scat Pack away and watch the 'Cats race Put that lil' pape' down, that's yo man's roll Dog Shit Militia, camo' wrap on the Lambo' Three-thousand dollar jogging hoodie and the pants Chrome Up that fully bitch and let it sing like a sad song [Verse 5: TrDee] Gang like Vin Diesel, rather live fast Got the need for speed, I might just drift past Bet this song make it look like somebody passed gas Baby sat me down and threw me neck, it wasn't half bad Aware of my surroundings, watching strangers and my friends too I'll put them niggas on yo head like some Cantu All it take is grind 'cause if I did it then you can too She don't know my music but gon' blow me like a fan do [Verse 6: BabyTron] In the jungle sticked up like a bamboo Better try and stop, drop and roll, you see Stan shoot Middle name "Bandicoot", how I crash coupes Off a four of yeah and the Runtz, at the pad loose Unky in the kitchen, finna put that pan to use Dog Shit Militia, put it on yo' head to handle you All this big money talk but ain't no bands on you I do not drink beer, you still grabbing brews What the hell?