BabyTron, Babyface Ray - CatDog lyrics

(Brrt) 313 Mafia (Brrt)
You're not makin’ this easy, Kyle
(Ayy, shit easy, like)
(That's how this shit is, dude)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know
What the fuck goin' on, yeah)

It was three digit's in the clip
Until his mans ran off (Huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph
(Brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam’ ball
Hit it doin' deals
I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method
I'll cash all bitch done made her first
Ten thousand dollars, think she cashed all
Treat the GLE like a lotto'
Ticket and scratch off
Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog



We on the run for that ages
This the victory lap
I knew I had the future in
My bag back in history class (Man)
Gang slidin’ in some shit
Look like the Mystery Van
I did it masked up, crime in the D, bitch
I’m the mystery man (Shh)
Phone slammin' like a piledriver (Brr)
Never set a trend, you just a style biter
Fuck around and flood my teeth with
VVs so I smiler brighter
Sendin’ cuddy to the sto' for, hit
He an isle-niner (Damn)
I'll tell a bitch to kick dirt (Fuck on)
Whole time
You eatin' hoes like you Big Lurch
Fanta from Japan with the Wocky
This a rich burp call of Duty Zombies
Bro just popped his fifth Perc’ (Ah)
I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
That's just how I think
Toronto Raptors, not no Super Sonics
That's just how I drink (Nah)
We can't hang, grabbin' Cubans
That's how I link i was underground
Now I'm higher than the mountains reach
Hundred overall, shit, my craft mastered
You ain't gon' get anywhere in
Life if you a half-asser (Swear)
If you catch me in the club
I got a lamb platter
Dog $hit Militia, out in traffic
We some cat scratchers

It was three digit's in the clip
Until his mans ran off (Huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph
(Brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball
Hit it doin' deals
I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method
I'll cash all bitch done made her first
Ten thousand dollars, think she cashed all
Treat the GLE like a lotto'
Ticket and scratch off
Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog

I 'member we all used to
Hoop with a flat ball face post a Track'
But my arm got a Scat on it
Thought they retired from the road
Brodie back on it i need a time machine
I'm goin' back for the Act' only
Ain't shit baby 'bout me, bitch
Pockets grown man
I'm in Balenciaga buyin' sneakers
Like they pro kit millions off of rap
But I'm livin' like the dope man
I might break out if she touch
Me with her broke hands
You know I'm geeked up
Spazzin', lights, camera, action
Trippin' off the whip-it's like
Inhalers for your asthma
How you lit with no kit
Or whatever that bitch-ass said
Man, I'm somethin' like a pimp
Watch yo' mouth or you get backhand
I'm in the bando with Bando
They wavy like the gang
We got dog shit and ammo
Them boys'll make it rain
Relax with all that green shit
You might end up a stain
I might send a freak bitch to
Talk him out his frames
Ain't got no money or no motion
Is you playin' or you coachin'?
Put a chip in that bitch
You can hear the boy approachin'
The baddies fuckin' on sight
But I still ain't losin' focus
I be laughin' at these lames
They the only ones who's jokin'

It was three digit's in the clip
Until his mans ran off (Huh)
Dumb decision, gave him half, Zach Randolph
(Brrt)
Jacks, checks, slides, bet the scam fam' ball
Hit it doin' deals
I just bought yo' mans half-off
To get you killed, it ain't a method
I'll cash all bitch done made her first
Ten thousand dollars, think she cashed all
(Treat the GLE like a lotto'
Ticket and scratch off)
Doin' all that barkin', but you pussy, CatDog