CATARAPS Verse1 [Sugg Savage] f** wit ya girl lyrics straight from the cooka Zipping thru your city hoodied, zippity dooda Antics to move ya, a future cougar Keep my sky bluer, with the bull on the fewer I was a loser, or I am a loser, but what is a loser? When you got them puters, and you got computer And we got the wifi. Twitter getting high five, no bye byes, with no eyes Hot sauce on French fries, snap pics wit yo nigs Then compare your dick size, got no lives But you living lavida loca, and the sh** the come out your boca Make a Savage want to choke ya, but Im cla**y Flashy and raspy, pinky up sipping high tea, with my peeps While you was bumping ozzy in your Cosby Sweater Abercrombie Adolf hipster Nazi, I'm hip to the falsies Soft as Ben and Jerry, all you Pinhead Larrys Im f**ing Dirty Dan, blood of the lamb all in my curry Fans be kind of scary, but I don't bite, I'm not Mike Enticing yes sir, no sir, Omarosa toned sipping mimosas Hmm I guess that Im grown up, Hmm I guess that its time for me to own up To f**ing student loans but I never pick that phone up Let it ring with middle fingers thrown up fu*k YOU! (1,2,3 uh) f** wit ya girl lyrics straight from the cooka (8) Verse 2 [Sloane Amelia] Irie In the building, Irie came to k** em Harder than ever to tell who's right & who's the villain That's alright cause how Im feeling All of y'all can be my victims Every single last one can get the mother f**in business Cause you wasn't wit me when I was slaving up in the kitchen But now you wanna sit at my table? Got to know you're f**in tripping This ain't about no handouts. This my route Put in work to get this here crown
Now bow down (Irie came to conquer) Irie came to conquer, you could never stop her, stop her (and I will not falter) Number one chief rocker, number one sh** talker, talker (Irie came to conquer) Now there's a lot of sh** that's being brought up (and i will not falter) And your Tropical Prodigal Rasta Daughters' honored Like I don't know what you been doing. Please Like i don't know what you been doing. Please Like I don't know what I'm doing . Please I'd rather go under siege than die looking up from my knees (You don't know me (x4)) f** with your girl, lyrics straight from the Cougar (x8) Verse 3 [Sugg Savge] Top gun shooter young spitter with the hooters Deadly venom sick em. Stingy with the cooter Mic and a Heineken straight from the cooler Sipping and delivering the word and the neuter [Sloane Amelia] The kitty got no pity's for all of your didn't knows Take that ignorant a** and read between the idioms Idiots, Living oblivious [Sugg Savage] Call me Suggerton Savagi From PG like Taraji But similar to the Sushi Roll established in Cali Pot heads and sober Sallies Me dread me dilly dally Busting a** for a paycheck scrubbing Pitts and Border Collies As I concentrate to medicate the real estate as they await Alive, Awake, Alert Alive, Awake, Alert f**ing with us may just Catch you in your jugulars I Juggernaut you little snot them gimmicks for your mom and pops [Sloane Amelia] You don't know we (4X) [Sugg Savage] f** with your girl lyrics straight from the Cooka f** with yourselves you are straight from the Cooka f** the world and what it does to the Cooka The bodies that embody that primordial soup, yea