Fat Cat - Features

I'm Creative like some speakers, charge them 20 for a feature
Got a bad ting with some features, Get on my nerve like some leeches
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC

Got a bad ting, do a mad ting
Sit on my hip like an AP, grab on my dick while we kissing want a baby
I'm on a sad thing, go to my phone DND in the setting
But no I ain't lacking, pray to God busy counting all my Blessings
I know I ain't doing the right thing, I also know I'm not righteous
I been doing all the wrong things, hope I got time aint no watches
Wake up everyday is the same things, hating myself hold em grudges
Hope to wake up on some fame shit, but that's not really what I'm after
Mami I ain't gon lie, you my drug i wanna get high
Every time I'm with you I get higher, I'm the devil what you desire

I'm Creative like some speakers, charge them 20 for a feature
Got a bad ting with some features, Get on my nerve like some leeches
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC

Hot no Ac, fuck the Ac, wassup baby, don't you play me
Switch like Nintendo, off of the dome this is off of the mental
You sentimental, gave her my love and I got rejected
Gave her the dick it's hard to handle, make it lit like a mother fucking candle
Trying to make a hit shit is lit like a candle
Told her many times told her save me, she don't wanna be saved so I guess that's it
I ain't feeling fine as of lately, nothing can make me better not even no head
Mami I ain't gon lie, you my drug i wanna get high
Every time I'm with you I get higher, I'm the devil what you desire

I'm Creative like some speakers , charge them 20 for a feature
Got a bad ting with some features, Get on my nerve like some leeches
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC
Imma cool off with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC

Written by:
Farhan Rashid

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