CatDog

(album: Bin Reaper 3: New Testament - 2022)

[BabyTron:]
(Brrt)
313 Mafia (Brrt)
You're not making this easy, Kyle
(Ayy, shit easy, like)
(That's how this shit is, dude)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck going on, yeah)

It was three digits 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 doing 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
Doing all that barking, 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 sliding 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 slamming 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
Sending cutty to the sto' for, hit, he an isle-niner (Damn)
I'll tell a bitch to kick dirt (Fuck on)
Whole time, you eating 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 asking nobody for nothing, that's just how I think
Toronto Raptors, not no Super Sonics, that's just how I drink (Nah)
We can't hang, grabbing 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 digits 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 doing 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
Doing all that barking, but you pussy, CatDog

[Babyface Ray:]
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 going back for the Act' only
Ain't shit baby 'bout me, bitch, pockets grown man
I'm in Balenciaga buying sneakers like they pro kit
Millions off of rap, but I'm living like the dope man
I might break out if she touch me with her broke hands
You know I'm geeked up, spazzing, lights, camera, action
Tripping off the whip-its like inhalers for your asthma
How you lit with no kit or whatever that bitch-ass said
Man, I'm something 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 playing or you coachin'?
Put a chip in that bitch, you can hear the boy approaching
The baddies fucking on sight, but I still ain't losing focus
I be laughing at these lames, they the only ones who's joking

[BabyTron:]
It was three digits 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 doing 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)
Doing all that barking, but you pussy, CatDog