"Cat Got His Tongue" lyrics

(Taurus)
I'ma hit a lot when that Draco blow
Aim on full stop with that Draco, ho
Catch you swerving, we gon' be the reason, fuck a pothole
Niggas old as fuck, like I snatched your watch, your time gone

Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on
Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on
Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo
All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on
I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on
I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone
Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong
Man to man, eye to eye, confront him, now the cat got his tongue

2016, rollin' doobs, havin' gas in my lungs
Fuckin' on a bitch and her bestie, thought they both said some'
Got one suckin' dick and the other one legs locked
Buy a tiger, I can't post it up, I know the feds coming out
Different color money, spending fifties and I'm saving all these hundreds
Check the score 'bout 'em, got a fifty on her
And I got a Draco, bitch want a hundred
YSL life, rich gang bangin'
Money's out, we some number one stunters
How we kick it? Like number one punters
Got some VVS's and some tennis pointers
Yeah, say that then
Gangster party, play that then
Two guns he drawin', pay that man
Big bankroll, can't slay that man
They play? He spin his ceiling fan
Roll like red carpets in your bity, man
This some real shooters in that Bentley stance
Roll lackin', get it, fill the cash
Fuck the suit, hit his suit and cap

Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on (Tatted up, tatted up)
Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on (Brrr, brrr)
Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo (Okay)
All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on (Yeah)
I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on (Yeah)
I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone (Okay, let's go)
Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong (Yeah)
Man to man, eye to eye, confront him, now the cat got his tongue

Niggas be talkin' and sneak dissing, this drip one of one (Keed, talk to 'em, yeah)
Hop in the bed, then hop in her legs (Hop in), the coupe, that's on gone (Hop out it, yeah)
And I stay rollin' the big one, 41, and it's honeycomb (Yeah, roll it, roll it, roll it)
Yes, my shooters, they known to hit they man (Shooters)
And not hit a home (Brrt)
Gelato 41, smokin' the biggest blunt (Ah, ah)
Pick out the bitch, then pick up another one (Yeah)
They order the smoke, I ship to like Amazon (Yeah)
You know I'm the pope, ain't nobody slime as us (Yeah)
Better pray, I'm givin' Chucks to your baby mama
Better know she a bust-down Thotiana (Woo)
Better know we die 'bout that green, McDonald's
Slimeball, turn up (Woo)
We been cookin' beef in the kitchen (Yeah), I'm with Topchef Gotti (Topchef)
I'm with Topchef Gotti (Yeah), ridin' in that 'Rari (Slimeball)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
That's how it sound, nigga (Skrrt)
Please stop cappin' to the internet, you not the founder (Brrt, Cullinan Ave, what?)

Shirt off, tatted up in the hood, chains on (Ayy, yeah)
Funds on, it's like laser tag when that beam on (Slimeball, what?)
Ridin' striker, quick to find a nigga like Nemo
All I gotta do is rap and come and put the team on
I ain't play one NBA game but got rings on
I'm still gettin' paid even if she here, even if she gone
Pillow talking to these bitches on the phone where you goin' wrong
Man to man, eye to eye, confront him, now the cat got his tongue

I'ma hit a lot when that Draco blow
Aim on full stop with that Draco, ho
Catch you swerving, we gon' be the reason, fuck a pothole
Niggas old as fuck, like I snatched your watch, your time gone