Catalog

[Verse 1: Big Cezze]
If a nigga say I'm for the streets, it's for the beef
I can't stand all them bitch nigga tendencies
Playing games on my phone, that don't mean shit to me
If you fuck with me, shouldn't care about my history
You can't even come back and think you kissing me
Leave when I want, come back, bitch, I'm a mystery
Been grinding on my own, tryna get a bag
Quit fucking all them bitches, tryna make me mad
Heard we like the same bitch, can't believe I said that
Should've put it on the floor, shit, where the bed at?
Said her name is Throat Baby, whеre the head at?
Ain't no spеaking when we done, push the head back
Same niggas bobbing they heads said I can't rap
But you think what you think, I can't change that
Say you know who I be with, shit, where the names at?
You sending shots, but you don't know where to aim at
Once you cross that line, then you history
And everything you say, ain't never gon mean shit to me
Speaking on [?], you don't even know me
Bitches better hold that [?] go back to the old me
A bitch can't hold me, had my own since eighteen
Ain't never been lazy, still can count on one hand
All the niggas ever played me, bitches lowkey hate me
Show love when they see me, I don't understand it
These bitches be competing, big woods, I'm chiefing
It was never in the [?]
A lotta shit I ain't seen back then, I see it

[Chorus: Big Cezze]
Your nigga can't leave me, I ain't worried 'bout him cheating
Pop out on the 'Gram, I'm out for the weekend
I'll write a bitch a catalogue
They love speaking on [?] life, but don't get involved
When shit get real in the field, who can you really call?
I'll write a bitch a catalogue
Seen some things in my life, to this day, I don't know what I saw
Shit, it is what it is, I don't wanna talk
Bitches lowkey kinda soft
If I'm [?]
Your nigga can't leave me, I ain't worried 'bout him cheating
Pop out on the 'Gram, I'm out for the weekend
I'll write a bitch a catalogue
They love speaking on [?] life, but don't get involved
When shit get real in the field, who can you really call?
I'll write a bitch a catalogue
Seen some things in my life, to this day, I don't know what I saw
Shit, it is what it is, I don't wanna talk
Bitches lowkey kinda soft
If I'm [?]

[Verse 2: Vae Vanilla]
Bitches speaking bad on me, like you want to get back to me
I just ask around, and they said you ain't got no bag, honey
I can't do no back and forth with you, 'cause you don't have money
Only way you getting close to me is if you scam for me
Flying state to state, OT when they ask for me
When they ask for me, tell 'em better have that cash for me
Streets said I'm heat, so I don't rep for free
If it's money out the way, I go sit there [?]
I'm a beast, I touch 50 G's, [?]
[?] don't cost shit to get you touched
Bitches mention me too much, ho, is you a fan or what?
Telling niggas that you know me, but that shit ain't addin' up
Sad as fuck, they mad as hell, real bitch gon' sell
Two piece, had to match them sunglasses from Chanel
You won't never know shit, if I ever take a L
You with me, or you with them, I cut you off if I can't tell
No mail on the planes, [?] with it
I'm the bag lady, all exotic, know I stay with it
Reaching for my [?] pandemic, no, you can't hit it
Can't spend enough, most I let him do is eat it, probably play with it
[?] now he asking for [?]
I ain't never getting trapped by a nigga, that shit foul
When you give they ass an inch, motherfuckers take a mile
I done heard bitches sneak dissing, on the pocket dial
Know a couple hoes [?] hoping that I see it
I slap you for no reason, so it ain't no point in reading
[?] got 'em cheesing, I just be teasing
Now your nigga missing, like his name was Tommy Egan
All it take is one taste and I bet I have him fiendin'
Get a couple bands out him, for I let him know I'm leaving
And when I dip, leave with double what I came with
Cataloguing niggas by the bag, but he my favorite