Boots n Cats Lyrics

Boots N' Cats and boots and cats

Tron made the beat so this is wack

I'm still gon' hop on the track though

I'm kinda hungry, I need a snack bro

I'm not fast so that means I'm slow

You thought we was cool, we are not bros

Stand on my money, I'm still 5'7

Finna hit him with the Mac 11

Hold on, ion got a blicky

Shoot him in the back now his name Ricky

Freestylin' like this is hella tricky

Cum on his back, now he real sticky

Nigga, you're an icky

Just like Vicky

Your girl with a big butt, somethin' like Nicki

Nigga keep talkin', he gon' need the nine

Like hold up, R.I.P. to nine though

Put the nine to his back, now his name Rondo

Nigga's talkin' hot on the net, but he 5'4

Laaaa-aaaaaa-aaaah

Fuck with tyg, send your crew to the sky

Caught an opp at his house, mom couldn't say goodbye

Hold on, hold on, let me rap again

Did something dumb, fuck a paper, nigga, fuck a pen

Call my nigga Tron on your block, nigga, he gon' spin

Tyg up next, we gon' fuckin' win

Pull up on a block and Imma hit him with a choppa

Bullets to his face, nigga, gonna have him see a doctor

Stupid ass nigga, shoulda ate a apple

Choppa on my back, shit came with a banana clip

Banana yellow bitch, just like Big Bird

I wanna kitty with some big whiskers

Hold up, nigga, ain't you afraid of cats

Nigga, why the fuck would you tell them that

No, cause like, bro, (no) like, (no, shut up bruh) nigga don't even

Oh my fucking god