Big Sant
Текст песни Type Of Cat

From the south
This the kind that promise around
My old school when I'm coming down
Don't act like I ain't told you, fool
Fame, I'mma get this change
I'mma stunt on hoes that did
And the niggas that said Big Sant was whack
When they had a shot and they missed
This is how they piss
Should've rolled with the winners
Now I'm going through the summer on a plane
With a bad bitch playing on my zipper
Win money on the crib, the underdog winning
Every move is an opinion
That's right, I wrote the script, y'all play the role
Y'all playing dead and I'm playing, hoe
Keep it on the strip and they paying the tolls
Stop light but I came to go, that's right, I came to flow
Don't doubt me, fuck nigga better crown me
You ain't 'bout that life then keep the flow
Away from me, I shine on
It can be about cigarella right on or a foreign car with the sky gone
Live like behind limo glass, bitch, how you riding, homie?