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fosterkitties - jb2statt lyrics

(intro)
uh
f*ck a superkitty, n*gga
p*low k!lled this beat
where y’all f*ckin’ parents at?

(c: jb)
like, i keep a gun, but they never could face it
ryan, step forward, on bro, we gon’ chase em’
you pop the x, i don’t think we related
they ain’t outside, i’ma slide where they stay in
smoking this weed in my car, cause i’m blazin’
bro tryna pop out the cut, tryna flame em’
kept walking past my problems, cause i knew if i stayed, everybody would just be on me, hating

(v1: jb)
aye, y’all ain’t superkitties, y’all are fosterkitties
they done put y’all ass in the adoption center
we ain’t see your parents, that’s devastating
where your f*cking father, where your f*cking mother?

i’m another brother, from the same mother
it’s a competition, sh*t don’t need a reason
i know you mad, i’m pulling up with the beam attached
ginny, if i really knew you in real life, i’d be super mad
polaris really do not care about you, she the only one that got common sense
it’s crazy how you d*ck*ride, now everybody telling me that you diddy’s pet (oh sh*t)
let me tell you something, big fame, that’s truly nothing
the only reason why i rap, is i’m tryna provide, to make my family something
my girlfriend is a big help, she the only person i’m truly loving
i make this sh*t look easy, and i ain’t even cookin in a easy bake oven
(c2: jb)
like, i keep a gun, but they never could face it
ryan, step forward, on bro, we gon’ chase em’
you pop the x, i don’t think we related
they ain’t outside, i’ma slide where they stay in
smoking this weed in my car, cause i’m blazin’
bro tryna pop out the cut, tryna flame em’
kept walking past my problems, cause i knew if i stayed, everybody would just be on me, hating

(v2: ryan)
my brother pull up with his strap, put a few cats to bed
2statt up in this b*tch, we the only reason n*ggas got sh*t to say

n*ggas fatherless, like literally, who gave birth to y’all?

it’s insane how many kids seen this show, and didn’t make a scene
ginny ain’t on sh*t, she parentless, that b*tch really lost
i started rollin’ up the weed, and i started calmly smoking away all my thoughts
and we steady sippin’ that lean when we spinning kittydale in a black truck
they outta luck, on god

(c3: jb)
like, i keep a gun, but they never could face it
ryan, step forward, on bro, we gon’ chase em’
you pop the x, i don’t think we related
they ain’t outside, i’ma slide where they stay in
smoking this weed in my car, cause i’m blazin’
bro tryna pop out the cut, tryna flame em’
kept walking past my problems, cause i knew if i stayed, everybody would just be on me, hating
(v3: jb)
now, look, this my last verse, let me tell you something
i’m a real n*gga, this don’t need discussion
i’m a v12 rollin’, huffer*puffer
that’s just pure weed, ain’t no mandatory
stop tryna be sh*t you not, you was riding b*tches, you was predatory
you can’t get a n*gga, so you gender swapping
that’s truly sad, i’ll get on yo ass, like, super fast
late night, had zsa*zsa tryna hit me up, askin’ me if i could complete a task
i’m like, okay then bet, i’ma hop out, slide on that block, loaded up, rockin’ my ski mask
the only thing you should worry about, is your father, bet you cannot get him back
them n*ggas on broadway b*tch, i should be at least famous enough to get a pass
ryan going on his doley, he don’t need n0body, so don’t tell him to relax
they say n0body stopping them, till they see a gangsta n*gga start walkin’ past
i left some b*tches on read somewhere in my lifetime, they was super bad
and bitsy need a lil rod put into her legs, she the same height as a keebler elf
i treated stephanie so bad, now she looking stupid, talkin’ to herself
and now she got like 40 other n*ggas looking after her mental health, yeah she needed help

(v4: ryan)

there gotta be something wrong with them suits, why they keep showing off?
buddy can’t be my buddy, first, he gotta prove himself if he really strong
still free dot2statt, he the only real n*gga tryna slide on sh*t
if that n*gga was here, he would’ve been found out who y’all truly is (facts)
i keep telling jb, don’t keep getting up with these thot b*tches, they don’t got a brain
the main question still lies abandoned, who the f*ck grew up with this show today?
they call me ryan, but i don’t play with toys, the only toy i got is this f*ckin’ blade
i’ma catch a kitty, put the sharp end through em’, i’ma guarantee you they gon’ feel the pain
i be rockin’ fashion, no gucci maine
let’s show the dumb n*ggas who to really blame
i see chaz, i’m finna pull a rocket launcher, like it’s gta
and the type of person to lie about they life, is the one you see today
they f*ck up on the bad side, but when they get second chances, they f*ck up again (like how?)
this 40 buggin’, tryna get a n*gga laid on the floor
shootin’ off first point like i’m kyrie irving, come and check the score
mommy and daddy left y’all, something just tells me that they in the spliff
bitsy wearing all blue, just know i’ma hit her if that b*tch jackin’ crip (real sh*t)
(outro)
aye man, this sh*t is my last diss to them n*ggas
we ain’t dissing no more after this
they all b*tches, point blank period, n*gga
it’s f*ckin’ 2statt ent, mothaf*cker
we out

- jb2statt lyrics

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