CATCALL$ 2.5 FREESTYLE Lyrics

And the bag been running in the background

You don't even know if money real

You never found out

Call me Benz Lightyear

Hit the whip and shine, shine

She getting wet

And she ain't even see the inside

Cocaine pitstop

Every time I switch flights

She told me that she loved me

And she told you it's a 'like like'

Know the titty fake

But they looking pretty lifelike

I ain't finna date a bitch

Who finna take my limelight

Run it, uh

Run it, uh

Run it back, uh

Running

Running

Running to the bag

She a bomb

Bomb

Caught up in the crossfire

(Boom, baby, boom)

Telling me I'm gonna die young

Baby begging me to keep the

Keep the lights on

She think the cat gonna save her universe

Cause ain't nobody put her in a Gucci purse

Your brand new bitch ain't nothing new to me

The kitty hit it first

Anything you do to me

The kitty did it first

They miss me up in Heaven

But I like it here on Earth

She trying to tell her friends about me

But she can't find the words

Pulled up in a Falcon

And I passed you on your Byrd

Threw my phone right off the balcony

I don't know what she heard

I know these bitches bad for me

But I like getting hurt

I know she can't stay mad at me

Cause I designed her purse

I know these bitches bad for me

But I been through worse

You got fake J's on

Need an air check

I gave one fuck, two fucks

Three, now I could care less

One fuck, two fuck

Three, she in love, love

She want me to tuck the tummy

She ain't even do her (what)

She ain't even do her hair yet

She said "I love you"

Baby I don't think we there yet

I been tweaking, sweet and sour

Ain't do downers in a week

Got a little powder on the key

Little powder from the keys, huh

Got a little louder in the streets, huh

Got her going louder in the sheets, huh

Don't know nothing about her

But the pussy on fleek

Got me think, like, uh

Got that pink, uh

On repeat, uh

That coat mink?

And it's pink!? Uh

I can't fuck with twins

I don't trust no one who exist twice

Stacking up that bag make you forget

You gotta live life

Well I'm the cat, nine lives

But most these bitches only gonna live twice

B.C., pre-cat

A.D., post-dick

She want it quick

But she want it five times

Bag came in on time

Now I'm stacking till I die

This ain't a game, little bitch

This is real life

We don't make the rules

But you do it or you deal, right?

That's how I been doing

But the kitty don't feel right

Had to cut her off

Love ain't a thing you feel twice

"The kitty bought that for you?"

"Yeah, but they ain't pay the real price"