Fat Cat Lyrics

I'm calling all you Scat Packs, Hellcats, Fat Cats

Yea all you hoes

To come rev yo motherfucking engines up!

Skrt let's get it!

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)

I want a lil nigga (Lil nigga) with a deep bass tone

Put your foot up on that gas I want to hear da engine moan

Ima meet you at the spot, ain't no can you take me home? (Ain't no take me home)

I wont be stuck with you ain't fun then I'm gone

Bitch I saw this fine nigga he said all come aboard (Here I come)

Music thumping so don't talk quickest way to be ignored (Sh don't talk)

And he dust them fuck niggas (Fuck niggas) screaming bitch up da score

Baby mama calling mad, he say we met long before (Way before you hoe)

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)

He need new tires fuck a limit bitch we speed

Doing donuts around that hoe, oop bitch there's police (Let's go)

I can tell this nigga paranoid, he grip a proper piece

A heavy foot up on that petal disappear us down da street (It's magic)

Yea hoe, bitch we gone

Don't care for no location

Hotboxing up this bitch, keep blunts heavy in rotation (That's sum gas)

Don't stop for red lights fuck a ticket or citation (Fuck em)

I ain't got to text this nigga back, only see him on occasions

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)

Rolling in big body shit going fast hoe (Do da dash hoe)

Ain't fucking with you bitch if no ZA up on that dashboard (What the fuck for)

Four fine bitches in da seats that's what they ask for (This what they asking for)

This real life baby yea about to give a crash course (Let's go)