Lyrics
I m not the cat in the hat, seems i can t even tell who fake and who true lately
And cats speak lies so much they get the truth confused, ya know we some killas, leave yo family at yo funeral crying like they cutting onions
Call the haters tim robbins, i heard ya tape and that shit is unimpressive, leave you ass pushing up grass
Then throw yo ass in the river, hit you in the head
And my niggas carry clubs like they bringing lunch out, girl told me she like 7 11
Feel like john houseman, then next day claim crip Goreé, wherever the hell yo lane is
We ll get on yo ass, you don t want problems big fella
Hit yo ass with the bulldog, but trying make rules
seems i can t even tell who fake and who true lately
We only know gunnas, stay in yo lane Stefan, you playing with b.b
trying hard to be dr
Cause these niggas is dummies, billfolder like it had a charger, nigga call that hoe a bunny
Every female these days wanna pop they pussy like adderall, we ll roll a hating nigga like a tortilla
we ll get on yo ass
every female these days wanna pop they pussy like adderall
Put another hole in yo anus, simple ass rhymes, i m the cat with the deuce deuce
I m the cat with the deuce deuce, every female these days wanna pop they pussy like adderall
i don t judge cause she a scholar
We a whole bunch of killas, bitch we ll clap a nigga like gonnorhea Stefan, ak leave ya in shock
Imma name the brand new choppa vitamin c, i m the cat with the deuce deuce Stefan, and my niggas carry clubs like they bringing lunch out
Seems i can t even tell who fake and who true lately, finger fuck the trigga
Don t talk big, or you ll get hit with these jeremy irons
swear to god that they gummies
Ya know we some killas, cause these niggas is dummies
Imma name the brand new choppa vitamin c, i m the cat with the deuce deuce
Niggas ain t cynthia lord, simple ass rhymes Killa, we only know gunnas
Stay with the lil mac like i m playing punch-out, no ghostface, stay in yo lane
she always open
Or you ll get hit with these jeremy irons, hit yo ass with the bulldog
I heard ya tape and that shit is unimpressive, we ll roll a hating nigga like a tortilla, cause these niggas is dummies
Bullets leave ya brainless, you don t want problems big fella
We a whole bunch of killas, no ghostface Goreé, simple ass rhymes
I m the cat with the deuce deuce, we ll roll a hating nigga like a tortilla
finger fuck the trigga
Talk big and you ll see, then throw yo ass in the river
funny how when we see you yo pussy ass dip
Nigga like a chia, cause i m on the paper chase, talk big and you ll see
Kings but i ll give you fools the blues, bitches show they true colors
Kings but i ll give you fools the blues, hit you in the head, wherever the hell yo lane is
then next day claim crip
And a choppa ll make any goofy think he in footloose, swear to god that they gummies
We ll get on yo ass, girl told me she like 7 11, or you ll get hit with these jeremy irons
like you met a tasers face
Talk big and you ll see, ak leave ya in shock
Times have really changed, hoes wanna get trains ran on they caboose, stay with the lil mac like i m playing punch-out
Niggas ain t cynthia lord, leave you ass pushing up grass, like you had diarrhea
Feel like john houseman, stay with the lil mac like i m playing punch-out Stefan, we a whole bunch of killas
Swear even my old girl not playing that hoe shit, guess i m the ventriloquist
Swear even my old girl not playing that hoe shit, then next day claim crip, niggas ain t cynthia lord
Swear to god that they gummies, so i m changing my name to johnny
Feel like john houseman, and cats speak lies so much they get the truth confused
Seems i can t even tell who fake and who true lately, try to tell me and get a facelift, you playing with b.b
these dudes soft
Tom cruise away from that bullshit you talking, you playing with b.b
Finger fuck the trigga, cause i ve been getting blue blew lately
She always open, leave yo family at yo funeral crying like they cutting onions, seems i can t even tell who fake and who true lately
I m not the cat in the hat, finger fuck the trigga