Correction Lyrics Watch the Cats Race by BabyTron

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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 f**k 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

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 b*t*h? Shе the type to burn the rubber up
Hunnid shots, fifty shots, b*t*h, 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

Hate my generation, think you broke if you ain't got designer
B*t*h put her t**ties in my face and then she told me sign her
Took his lil' b*t*h for the night and he couldn't find her
Pockets really stuffed with some paper, I feel like a binder
Seen this sh*t 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
I'ma try to do the dash till the trans break
Dawg smoking bullsh*t, 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 Sh*t Militia, camo' wrap on the Lambo'
Three-thousand dollar jogging hoodie and the pants Chrome
Up that fully b*t*h and let it sing like a sad song

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 pa**ed 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 n***as 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

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 Sh*t 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?

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