Mmph, shit

You can't train a cat to sit down
You can't make him trust you for nothin'
If you think I'm shaking your hand
Then you must be stupid or somethin'
My limbs are rather relaxed
Promise, I'd rap in my sleep
I do not even do drugs
But I got some crack up my sleeve
Rub me like, here, no, there
Rub me the wrong way and I leave
He love to rub on my tummy, like
Pet it and scratch and repeat
I'm not these broads
I'm not these frauds when I drop records
If you pullin' on my tail then I prolly have
To show you how I got these scars (Huh)

(Can you turn the AC on? It's like this
Look)
If you ain't with it you high on Twitter
I ain't talkin' bout the Tweety Bird type
Tell moms that you prolly gon' die
Puttin' promethazine in your Pedialyte
I don't want your beats
I'd rather get caught in crossfire
'tween Tina and Ike (Ahh)
In the Jim like Carey, I'm Tom, you Jerry
Run along, you scary, you pussy, nigga
Swipe left on Tinder, you Timon, I'm Simba
For desert and dinner, here's a cookie, nigga
Got a big, fat pussy, call me Arbuckle
When you go to say, "Hello
" call to Garfield i know that you see me
Flexin' like an arm muscle
But I'm still real reserved
Ya can't park here

Look what the cat did
Look what the cat dragged in
I just imagined, and all of that happened
Look what the cat did
Look what the cat dragged in
I just imagined, and all of that happened