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Catfish

Taylor*, Jack Harlow
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(Tuff, Flexible, Nylon sheet) (As a strong polyester core) (For half the stretch of ordinary line) (Less stretch for a line so sensitive) (You'd feel fish you didn't even know were there) Yeah Yeah Okay, okay Okay, okay Mmm Yeah I might be getting catfished by an out-of-state chick Ineligible bad bitch I'm okay wit' it Imma hit her with the tactics She didn't mean to find love That's just how it happens But Imma get her to beat the casket Rockin' camo in the pickup while I pack a fat lib That ain't me, to be honest, I ain't into that shit But I know some motherfuckers that be doin' that shit Uh Baby, I ain't new to this shit Had to back the phone up, I got news in this shit We ain't talkin about nothin' We just shootin' that shit I don't want the small talk Nun' through with that shit I might be getting catfished by an out-of-state chick Ineligible bad bitch I'm okay wit' it Imma hit her with the tactics She didn't mean to find love That's just how it happens I'm okay wit' it I'm o- -fuckin ad-libs I'm okay wit' it I don't even need no ad-libs I be spittin' shit I'm just fuckin' rapping I'm okay wit' it Aye I'm all over the place Been around like con gars soon in a heartbeat The back of my conscience For the day in Pockets stick as a moshpit 'Tiff from over here Then she catch the wave 4 floors up, let the story begin Blueprint the mansion like merrily man Might smash the soccer mom in the mini van Got the car service like repair man, man Got the bars way up I ain't pop that xan Sunset through the libs Write my name in the sand And less than money talkin' Leave ya name at the beep Pulled up my other bitch in a new 2C Leave that bullshit over there since it's too trendy Weekend and ATL like a one and me Aye I might be getting catfished by an out-of-state chick Ineligible bad bitch I'm okay wit' it Imma hit her with the tactics She didn't mean to find love That's just how it happens But Imma get her to beat the casket Aye They ain't see me in the camo walkin' outta sax fith Kinda hard to loose, got expensive habits Talkin' central, St. Martin Just to learn a fat brick Uh, I ain't here for nothin' We been poppin' tags Uh, said she dropped that mansion with the baggage Uh, she drive that pen, answer to the address Then we spoke last week, thought you had an accent Hold up I might be getting catfished by an out-of-state chick Ineligible bad bitch I'm okay wit' it Imma hit her with the tactics She didn't mean to find love That's just how it happens I'm okay wit' it I'm o- -fuckin ad-libs I'm okay wit' it I don't even need no ad-libs I be spittin' shit I'm just fuckin' rapping I'm okay wit' it Can I hear it?