Slave Catcher

[Chorus]
I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like I'm a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you niggas fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit and leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching, niggas can’t make it
You think you fuckin' with me, bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month, how you ain’t made seven
I said I beat it, hit the bank and went to Phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the first, then give me pape’ second

[Verse 1]
I said bitch, I spin off in this jeep, I bet you can’t catch it
I said bitch, I'm goat around this bitch, I feel like Wayne Gretzky
I said bitch, your favorite color red, then why you ain't sexy?
I said, my nigga fuckin' with them slips, he got the bank texting
I said I be den did this shit for Lil' Saint and got to rain dancing
I said I be den popped 'em with my pocket rocket, double o seven
You give me thirty minutes with the bitch and now the hoe naked
I leave my phone at home when I be sliding, bitch ain’t no texting

[Chorus]
I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like I'm a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you niggas fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit and leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching, niggas can’t make it
You think you fuckin' with me, bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month, how you ain’t made seven
I said I beat it, hit the bank and went to Phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the first, then give me pape’ second

[Verse 2]
I said bitch, I spin off in this jeep, I bet you can’t catch it
I told you I’m the goat around this bitch, I feel like Wa-
Alr, bitch my cousin crossed the line and now we ain’t family
I said bitch, I'm rapping 'til I'm fifty, I need eight grammy’s
Bitch, you saying it’s a issue, why you ain’t press it?
I said Nike techs suit with buttas on, bitch I done came Danny
I said, you fuck with baby bitches, you a R. Kelly
Two thousand grams of cookie, got the car smelling
I said, I lost my favorite year, then my heart melted
I'm sick as fuck that niggas watched me grow and now they all jealous
I said, fuck some Prada boots, I need some Margielas
The type of nigga buy a different blick and then we all touch it
I said, his pussy in your heart, even the dog smell it
Bitch don’t call me asking what I'm on, 'cause that's the wrong question

[Chorus]
I said I’ll put this belt over your ass like I'm a slave catcher
Bitch I been like that since a jit, you niggas fake steppers
Big choppa hit him in his shit and leave his brain damaged
Bitch the type of pape’ that I be touching, niggas can’t make it
You think you fuckin' with me, bet you can’t stamp it
Bitch I ran a hunnid up this month, how you ain’t made seven
I said I beat it, hit the bank and went to Phoenix like my name Kevin
If I pull up on you on the first, then give me pape’ second