CATTIN OFF

[Intro]
This year's award goes to
The only thing that I like

[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Verse 1]
Read receipt on and want you to know it
She sent some pictures as the next resort
Said that I was done 'cause she a skeezer and a floater
I saw them angels, I was back up in the water
She ass-naked, hangin’ out the moon roof
I turn around, I'm lip-level with the ooh-ooh
Said she love me, said, "Yeah, I love me too"
But I can't cuff her, nigga, that's the shit that you do
She out of your division, I can't blame you
And baby, we gon' get in trouble if I name you
I need a weekend, where you wanna catch a plane too
And all you'll need is a bikini where I bring you

[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the mid grade, seven
My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it
She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten
Cattin’ off, nigga, cattin' off
Got the goddess at home, blowin’ up the phone
But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone
And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah
Cattin' off, nigga, cattin’ off

[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Verse 2]
Leave the light on, yeah, girl, I wanna see it
And I rub ice on it 'fore I eat it
Let it out, wanna hear you screamin'
Chopper style, got her eyes rollin' like a demon
Chopper style, chop-chop-chopper style
She bust five more 'fore I pull the chopper out
Take the covers off, it's gettin' too hot
Her body lotion meltin' off, match her insides
She on me 'cause I'm pretty as a bitch and I listen to her
I like her 'cause she cool like my niggas
I think it's sexy when she dress like a nigga
Mama combat boots, head shaved like militia
Thrift shop, denim shorty all day
A lotta vintage, got a lotta high waist
A lotta sauce, yeah, she got good taste
She 20-somethin', old soul, middle-aged

[Pre-Chorus]
Hit the mid grade, seven
My girl won't expect it, no, my girl won't expect it
She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten
Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off
Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone
But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can't live 'em alone
And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah
Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off

[Chorus]
DTM, you get the award
DTM, you get the award
Do too much, I don't give 'em no noticee
Now ya hit my phone... ghosted

[Outro]
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off, cattin' off
Cattin' off