BabyTron, TrDee - Watch the Cats Race lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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?