cater to you ft. Pamane Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, me and Rōzu up to sum'

Me and Rōzu feeling devious, shawty she popping on- uh-huh

That nigga scary, he get popped

Shootin' this shit, it's like non-stop

(Aye, Emeeelya)

Nigga, where the hoes at, I'm tryna fuck on some

Yeah, yeah, I'm not her type, so I pass to Rōzu on god

Yeah, yeah, these niggas livin' these lies, they live a facade, hm French bitch want a croissant, but I ain't carl

I wanna see where the kickback at

Your man's dead, better go get back

That nigga dead, better dig him up

Real nigga, I don't fuck with the feds

Jus like a platter, we servin you up

These bullets gon' cater to you

Think she look good, but I don't wanna fuck

Call on Chop, bitch I'm throwin' da 'oop

Call up CD, I'm telling the news, watch he gon' hop and shoot

Them niggas is ready to run up on you

And watch him turn into a fool

We finna turn that boy into Swiss just like the moon,

I can't stand yall niggas

I want your bitch this is not a ruse

Swear to god I will turn your ass to a fit, but we got racks to spend

Bitch, so bad, I can not believe your ass is not on demand

Rich

Feel like we do this every weekend, and that's another verse to send

So much alc inside my system, something bout to hit the fan

I just pulled up with a hunnid, hunnid bad bitch she wanna be my honey, honey

Winnie the Pooh I just stay with honey

Walk in the club I just spend a hunnid like

In this clip I just keep a hunnid

Love when a grown bitch call me honey

Gave that bitch like a hunnid, hunnid ah

She wanna ride me no Segway

She in the whip and she's eating it up

Me and Rozu on the freeway uh

Pour up the four I keep this tuck

Feel like Mortal Kombat come test your luck

And trust me that shi going

Bitch

And trust me I'm not in a rush

So many options in here in tonight

Seven you see the freaks are up

Which ones yours I peep the one I want

Yeah, yeah, me and Rōzu up to sum'

Me and Rōzu feeling devious, shawty she popping on- uh-huh

That nigga try, he get popped

Shootin' this shit, it's like non-stop

Nigga, where the hoes at, I'm tryna fuck on some

Yeah, yeah, I'm not her type, so I pass to Rōzu on god

Yeah, yeah, these niggas livin' these lies, they live a facade

Hm French bitch want a croissant, but I ain't carl