What?
What?
b#tch
Pull up to your block and snatch that chain like n#gg# gimme dat
I’ll shoot up your mama house and leave that b#tches t#tt#es flat
Stupid little p#ss# boy I might just call you Kitty Kat, you silly fat b#tch
Don’t run from them bullets these ain’t bbs n#gg#
Your whole gang go ducking in them bushes when they see me n#gg#
You look like you you seen the holy ghost the holy spirit n#gg#
Run back to your hood and tell them b#tches don’t come near me n#gg#
And I got like 30 f#ckin bodies homie
Pull up to your shawty cuz she like to throw that body on me
We gon sip that Johnnie till that b#tch start gettin naughty
Shorty said she ride it like Amara so I let that thottie show me
And she like to top me while I whip that Maserati homie
I’m In and out your block like you can’t see me b#tch
You can steal this drip and yell on beats but you can’t be me b#tch
Gucci on my face and on my wrist I’m rockin VVs b#tch
Red Lamborghini you might just think my whip is bleeding b#tch
b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
b#tch
b#tch WHAT? b#tch, b#tch, b#tch, b#tch
HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH? HUH?
b#tch, WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
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NOCAP3 Lyrics – KITTY KAT