Watch the Cats Race

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Stan brought a freak through, I told him tag me in
Told God I'm really sorry, all I do is sin
Tron really bucked the fuck up and then hit the gym
I be hanging with some real ballers that'll break the rim
I ain't danced in a minute, chain be getting sturdy
Told my mama, "We gon' be straight, please don't even worry"
How ironic, got a .30 on me while I'm eating curry
I'ma make a mil' before I even make it close to thirty

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Pull up drop a hunnid, boy, you need to turn yo hustle up
In the fast lane, swerving off a purple double cup
Gas pressing in that spaceship, thеy heard me hover up
Why you cuff that bitch? Shе the type to burn the rubber up
Hunnid shots, fifty shots, bitch, we war ready
Hunnid dollar meal, it's some Wock', left the floor messy
They tried to lock us out the game like the door heavy
This a Hellkitty, sick y'all boys tryna floor Hemis

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Hate my generation, think you broke if you ain't got designer
Bitch put her titties in my face and then she told me sign her
Took his lil' bitch for the night and he couldn't find her
Pockets really stuffed with some paper, I feel like a binder
Seen this shit coming, feel like Raven
Uncle's in the field like he was slaving
I could really call a plan with you, Nick Saban
Nonfiction when rap, ain't no faking

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
I'ma try to do the dash till the trans break
Dawg smoking bullshit, half reg', half shake
Running to the bag, I refuse to be in last place
Put that lil' Scat Pack away and watch the 'Cats race
Put that lil' pape' down, that's yo man's roll
Dog Shit Militia, camo' wrap on the Lambo'
Three-thousand dollar jogging hoodie and the pants Chrome
Up that fully bitch and let it sing like a sad song

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Gang like Vin Diesel, rather live fast
Got the need for speed, I might just drift past
Bet this song make it look like somebody passed gas
Baby sat me down and threw me neck, it wasn't half bad
Aware of my surroundings, watching strangers and my friends too
I'll put them niggas on yo head like some Cantu
All it take is grind 'cause if I did it then you can too
She don't know my music but gon' blow me like a fan do

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
In the jungle sticked up like a bamboo
Better try and stop, drop and roll, you see Stan shoot
Middle name "Bandicoot", how I crash coupes
Off a four of yeah and the Runtz, at the pad loose
Unky in the kitchen, finna put that pan to use
Dog Shit Militia, put it on yo' head to handle you
All this big money talk but ain't no bands on you
I do not drink beer, you still grabbing brews
What the hell?