"Catfish" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Fatt
You throw my love away in the trash
I throw my drugs away in the trash
Yeah, I know I lied, bae that's my bad
I promise you, I wouldn't do it again
I had a talk with the devil I met him
He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win"
Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit
Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch
Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick
Had a dream last night, I got face shot
Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine
Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime
Even when I was broke, you had stayed down
Now when you shopping, you pick anything out
Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball
It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul
Where you wanna go?, we gon do it today
When you be gone I can't do it the same
Fuck all them hoes, I don't care what they say
Girl, you really get me, all feelings the same
You come around with a brand new linen
This shit started out small, now it's way way bigger
I be really getting high, for to cope with the pain
I get sad about diamonds, designer, and chains
I buy Gucci and Prada, you pick, what you want 'em
You like being with a real nigga don't it?
All tired with being with them broke niggas ain't it?
Come look at me now, ma, yo son really famous
Yeah, I love her to death, but I won't try to save her
Girl, the way we connect, I be something like the cable
Copy my swag, niggas stealing my flavor
And all these fuck niggas that's rapping I raised 'em
And I cut you off, but you know you my baby
And I let you go, but you know you my love
You making me sad, I'ma talk to you later, I hang up on you and I'm calling the plug
Getting higher, and higher, and higher, and higher
I pour some more and I roll up more bud
You said, "you would leave" and I know that you would
Hell nah I don't need it, you keep it I'm good
Said that she "love me" she Catfish
I spend a hundred on fashion
I ride round with a bad bitch
Whatever she want she can have it
It make me sad, when you not smiling
Long Live Smaky, I miss my potna
It did me bad, it don't make me cry, I'ma thumb through racks for to ease my mind
You throw my love away in the trash
I throw my drugs away in the trash
Bae, I know I lied, bae that's my bad
I promise you, I wouldn't do it again
I had a talk with the devil I met him
He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win"
Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit
Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch
Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick
Had a dream last night, I got face shot
Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine
Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime
Even when I was broke, you had stayed down
Now when you shopping, you pick anything out
Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball
It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul (Play foul)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Fatt
You throw my love away in the trash
I throw my drugs away in the trash
Yeah, I know I lied, bae that's my bad
I promise you, I wouldn't do it again
I had a talk with the devil I met him
He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win"
Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit
Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch
Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick
Had a dream last night, I got face shot
Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine
Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime
Even when I was broke, you had stayed down
Now when you shopping, you pick anything out
Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball
It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul
Where you wanna go?, we gon do it today
When you be gone I can't do it the same
Fuck all them hoes, I don't care what they say
Girl, you really get me, all feelings the same
You come around with a brand new linen
This shit started out small, now it's way way bigger
I be really getting high, for to cope with the pain
I get sad about diamonds, designer, and chains
I buy Gucci and Prada, you pick, what you want 'em
You like being with a real nigga don't it?
All tired with being with them broke niggas ain't it?
Come look at me now, ma, yo son really famous
Yeah, I love her to death, but I won't try to save her
Girl, the way we connect, I be something like the cable
Copy my swag, niggas stealing my flavor
And all these fuck niggas that's rapping I raised 'em
And I cut you off, but you know you my baby
And I let you go, but you know you my love
You making me sad, I'ma talk to you later, I hang up on you and I'm calling the plug
Getting higher, and higher, and higher, and higher
I pour some more and I roll up more bud
You said, "you would leave" and I know that you would
Hell nah I don't need it, you keep it I'm good
Said that she "love me" she Catfish
I spend a hundred on fashion
I ride round with a bad bitch
Whatever she want she can have it
It make me sad, when you not smiling
Long Live Smaky, I miss my potna
It did me bad, it don't make me cry, I'ma thumb through racks for to ease my mind
You throw my love away in the trash
I throw my drugs away in the trash
Bae, I know I lied, bae that's my bad
I promise you, I wouldn't do it again
I had a talk with the devil I met him
He ask me, "what I'm gon do for to win"
Why I'm doing these drugs?, I don't need this shit
Why I can't leave you alone?, I don't need this bitch
Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick
Had a dream last night, I got face shot
Fell in love, I'm so happy you stay mine
Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime
Even when I was broke, you had stayed down
Now when you shopping, you pick anything out
Fuck all the clout, I'll still serve you an 8-Ball
It's a flag on the field, I ain't know you will play foul (Play foul)
