Catfish

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, Fatt

You throw my love away in the trash

I throw my drugs away in the trash

Bae, I know I lied, bae that’s my bad

I promise you, I wouldn’t do it again

I had a talk with the devil I met him

He ask me, “what I’m gon do for to win”

Why I’m doing these drugs?, I don’t need this shit

Why I can’t leave you alone?, I don’t need this bitch

Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick

Had a dream last night, I got face shot

Fell in love, I’m so happy you stay mine

Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime

Even when I was broke, you had stayed down

Now when you shopping, you pick anything out

Fuck all the clout, I’ll still serve you an 8-Ball

It’s a flag on the field, I ain’t know you will play foul

Where you wanna go?, we gon do it today

When you be gone I can’t do it the same

Fuck all them hoes, I don’t care what they say

Girl you really get me, all feelings the same

You come around with a brand new linen

This shit started out small, now it’s way way bigger

I be really getting high, for to cope with the pain

I get sad about diamonds, designer, and chains

I buy Gucci and Prada, you pick, what you want ‘em

You like being with a real **** don’t it?

All tired with being with them broke **** ain’t it?

Come look at me now, ma, yo son really famous

Yeah, I love her to death, but I won’t try to save her

Girl the way we connect, I be something like the cable

Copy my swag, **** stealing my flavor

And all these fuck **** that’s rapping I raised ‘em

And I cut you off, but you know you my baby

And I let you go, but you know you my love

You making me sad, ima talk to you later, I hang up on you and I’m calling the plug

Getting higher, and higher, and higher, and higher

I pour some more and I roll up more bud

You said, “you would leave” and I know that you would

Hell nah I don’t need it, you keep it I’m good

Said that she “love me” she Catfish

I spend a hundred on fashion

I ride round with a bad bitch

Whatever she want she can have it

It make me sad, when you not smiling

Long Live Smaky, I miss my potna

It did me bad, it don’t make me cry, ima thumb through racks for to ease my mind

You throw my love away in the trash

I throw my drugs away in the trash

Bae, I know I lied, bae that’s my bad

I promise you, I wouldn’t do it again

I had a talk with the devil I met him

He ask me, “what I’m gon do for to win”

Why I’m doing these drugs?, I don’t need this shit

Why I can’t leave you alone?, I don’t need this bitch

Riding round with my nine, cause I need my stick

Had a dream last night, I got face shot

Fell in love, I’m so happy you stay mine

Every night, talk some hours on FaceTime

Even when I was broke, you had stayed down

Now when you shopping, you pick anything out

Fuck all the clout, I’ll still serve you an 8-Ball

It’s a flag on the field, I ain’t know you will play foul (Play foul)