Текст песни BLACK CAT (feat. Breesy & Ez Flockin) [Remix] - Bustdown Vic

Yeah in that black cat, nicknamed the black spinner
To you yung rap cats, I'm like Master Splinter
The OG, sold 2 features for the low threes
Hit her with that janky leg, made her lock knees

Love how you speakin', speakin' Guapinese
Pretty face walkin' up, but love to see it leave
Blowing feria, as if money grows on trees
Had to hit my dog Oce like, where you be?

He in the black 36, tearin' up the streets
I'm doggin' on this kitty till it can't breathe
Losos bouncin' out, so that makes three
Three deep, heading east finna street sweep

What that mean? It mean, we'll smoke a block up
And when I speak, do please shut the fuck up!
I'm TOO G for the beef, but keep it one up
Heavy metals, ain't shit to picked them All up

Ayy, hold on, you know what I'm sayin'
Breesy in this bitch
Bustdown Vic
VVS on our necks, fuckin' your bitch
All that shit, ayy
(Lettem kno sum!)
Hold on Vic, ayy
Sheesh

Out the 305, you know I'm reppin' it
Breesy came through walkin', yeah, he steppin' shit
Walkin' fresh as fuck, I'm like a peppermint
Dissin' all the guys and I'ma tackle like he Adelman

Tryna take from me and then we smackin' him
I don't give a fuck, but you assume you gettin' smacked again
Told her I was fienin' for a lick, we settin' up a friend
Ayy, now pass it for me, do you understand?

Look, a dog and a cat, a friend in the back
I'm tryna hit a lick, a hundred on the dash
That's why they call me Breesy, I'm blowin' money fast
Thumbin' through the money in the whip now and I'm finna crash

Big stunner, workin' up and I'ma kick it like a punter
The opps, they talkin', I'ma line them like a drummer
Dippin' off the shot like he a runner
Ayy, ayy

Ha, ayy, the West is always up
STUUUPPPIDDDD, check it

I flew to Vegas just to buy a bustdown
You drove to Vegas, but you took the bus down
Henny and Crown, I'm shootin' opps like it's Free throws
Chicken and waffles, I'm at the Roscoe's off of Pico

Gleekos Fiends and M16s
I was trappin' grands for Big Macs in front of Mickey D's
Now it's AMGs and M3s, you can't catch me
And if you pressin' for the feature, then I'm taxin' a fee

Copped a foreign with a LLC, it's tax-free
And if they talkin' bout the West, then they mentionin' me
From the 909 to the 323
Talk shit and get hit with a 223

Ha, silly rabbit, we ain't fuckin' with tricks
We just pull up to the club, they wanna Bustdown Vic
And yes, I'm at the studio, little bitch, let me be
Stop bein' difficult, it's easy