CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Synthetic, Give My Cat Back, My Dad Is Pissed.
That n***a took my cat (Why?)
That n***a took my
Ayo, some b*t*h-a** n***a named Synthetic uh, MP3 or whatever the f**k, took my cat (F**k you)
It was outside of my goddamn house and he-
It had a collar on and everything with my number and address on it
And he just took that n***a, like
F**k you, n***a, I just want my f**kin' cat back, n***a, f**k you (Mr. Pistachio)
I was in the whip with my dad on a trip
Then my mom called me, talk about my cat dipped (No)
I don't think he's comin' back, London, I tried everything
Even catnip, (What?) I think he's gone, b*t*h (Aw, sh*t)
Then I got a message from this little kid named Synthetic
I hate this kid's guts already, he's so pathetic (B*t*h)
He said he got my cat (Yeah)
I said, "Give him back" (Please)
I was 'bout to scrap, punch this n***a in his sack
That n***a took my cat
Gimme my cat, n***a, real talk, I'm gonna kill you (Give him back)
That n***a took my cat
Everybody, get my cat back from him at any costs (I got the strap)
That n***a took my cat
Yeah, yeah give my cat, faggot (B*t*h, you're gettin' clapped)
(Yeah, clapped) Can I have him back?
Yeah, clapped it, you're gettin' clapped, baby (Uh-huh)
My precious baby boy (Yeah) loves his cat, you creep
He hasn't seen his kitty witty cat in weeks (Meow)
If you don't give it back, I'm clappin' cheeks (Clap)
Deada** cla** is gra** to me
You gon' get spanked by Big Dank Hank
Get yo' ship sank, Synthetic
You're pathetic
Why would you steal? I really just don't get it
Give London his lover back so that he can pet it (Yeah)
Or I'ma clap them cheeks, I said it and I meant it, deada**
He don't have no cat at all, for real
B*t*h, give that back, why the f**k would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumba**? (Dummy)
Give it the f**k back, give it the f**k back
He don't have no cat at all, for real
B*t*h, give that back, why the f**k would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumba**? (Boy)
Give it the f**k back, give it the f**k back
'Fore I clap them cheeks, you lil b*t*h (I'm gonna destroy your goddamn cheeks)
I'm gettin' all up in the mothaf**kin' cheeks if you don't give my goddamn son his cat back
You lil b*t*h
I'm clappin' everybody's cheeks if my son doesn't get his baby boy back
My baby boy doesn't get his baby boy back
Goddammit
This is p*ssin' me off
I'm losin' sleep
Aight, yo, I get it
I messed up
But it's time to end this fuss
'Cause enough is enough
London got his cat
And that's no cap
That's why I made this rap
I took it on accident, not payin' attention
Now I'm spittin' this sh*t in juvenile detention
It was wrong, it wouldn't didn't belong
That's why I wrote this song
'Cause now he's back
London got his f**kin' cat, sh*t boy
Haha
Yo, let's go
Poppin' off, rhymin' about
The sh*t that finally came out
His cat had took me, now it's safe
I did it before it was too late
But there he lay
On London's lap, takin' a fat nap
No need to worry
'Cause now he's in the hands of a guy like Stephen Curry
It's aight, thanks
Yo
That n***a took my
Ayo, some b*t*h-a** n***a named Synthetic uh, MP3 or whatever the f**k, took my cat (F**k you)
It was outside of my goddamn house and he-
It had a collar on and everything with my number and address on it
And he just took that n***a, like
F**k you, n***a, I just want my f**kin' cat back, n***a, f**k you (Mr. Pistachio)
I was in the whip with my dad on a trip
Then my mom called me, talk about my cat dipped (No)
I don't think he's comin' back, London, I tried everything
Even catnip, (What?) I think he's gone, b*t*h (Aw, sh*t)
Then I got a message from this little kid named Synthetic
I hate this kid's guts already, he's so pathetic (B*t*h)
He said he got my cat (Yeah)
I said, "Give him back" (Please)
I was 'bout to scrap, punch this n***a in his sack
That n***a took my cat
Gimme my cat, n***a, real talk, I'm gonna kill you (Give him back)
That n***a took my cat
Everybody, get my cat back from him at any costs (I got the strap)
That n***a took my cat
Yeah, yeah give my cat, faggot (B*t*h, you're gettin' clapped)
(Yeah, clapped) Can I have him back?
Yeah, clapped it, you're gettin' clapped, baby (Uh-huh)
My precious baby boy (Yeah) loves his cat, you creep
He hasn't seen his kitty witty cat in weeks (Meow)
If you don't give it back, I'm clappin' cheeks (Clap)
Deada** cla** is gra** to me
You gon' get spanked by Big Dank Hank
Get yo' ship sank, Synthetic
You're pathetic
Why would you steal? I really just don't get it
Give London his lover back so that he can pet it (Yeah)
Or I'ma clap them cheeks, I said it and I meant it, deada**
He don't have no cat at all, for real
B*t*h, give that back, why the f**k would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumba**? (Dummy)
Give it the f**k back, give it the f**k back
He don't have no cat at all, for real
B*t*h, give that back, why the f**k would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumba**? (Boy)
Give it the f**k back, give it the f**k back
'Fore I clap them cheeks, you lil b*t*h (I'm gonna destroy your goddamn cheeks)
I'm gettin' all up in the mothaf**kin' cheeks if you don't give my goddamn son his cat back
You lil b*t*h
I'm clappin' everybody's cheeks if my son doesn't get his baby boy back
My baby boy doesn't get his baby boy back
Goddammit
This is p*ssin' me off
I'm losin' sleep
Aight, yo, I get it
I messed up
But it's time to end this fuss
'Cause enough is enough
London got his cat
And that's no cap
That's why I made this rap
I took it on accident, not payin' attention
Now I'm spittin' this sh*t in juvenile detention
It was wrong, it wouldn't didn't belong
That's why I wrote this song
'Cause now he's back
London got his f**kin' cat, sh*t boy
Haha
Yo, let's go
Poppin' off, rhymin' about
The sh*t that finally came out
His cat had took me, now it's safe
I did it before it was too late
But there he lay
On London's lap, takin' a fat nap
No need to worry
'Cause now he's in the hands of a guy like Stephen Curry
It's aight, thanks
Yo
