[Intro]
Whoo-woah, woah
I'm in the Scat, I'm in the Scat
Big body, I'm in the Scat, 'Cat
I don't be capping
[Chorus]
(Woo, I'm in the big body)
Ooh, that's a big body, I'm in the Scat, I'm in the 'Cat (Err)
Up in the Scat got a whole lotta racks in the back, and that bitch got a ass, 'bout to smack (Woo)
I keep me a weapon, that bitch is a FN, it send you to heaven, I really can't lie (Bah-bah-bah)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta flawless Baguette in it 'cause I know I can rap
My bitch 'bout to pull up on me, she gon' suck on my dick, then I hit from the left when I smack
I ain't even sign me no deal, I got my pockets fat, got a whole lotta racks (Racks)
When I hit, yeah, she screaming, she squeal, yeah, she wanna come sit down in my lap (Lap)
I already told you I'm real, why would I make up shit, yeah why would I lie? (Ahh)
You gotta tell me all of that shit that you lying 'bout (Ahh, ahh)
I got a shooter, they pull up on you and hit up your mama house (Bop, ooh-ah)
I got the Chrome Hearts, Issey Miyake the bag, Arcteryx the hoodie you talking 'bout (Talking 'bout)
I went and took me three twenty milligrams Percs (Percs), bitch I'm booted up
[Open verse]
[Chorus]
(Woo, I'm in the big body)
Ooh, that's a big body, I'm in the Scat, I'm in the 'Cat (Err)
Up in the Scat got a whole lotta racks in the back, and that bitch got a ass, 'bout to smack (Woo)
I keep me a weapon, that bitch is a FN, it send you to heaven, I really can't lie (Bah-bah-bah)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta flawless Baguette in it 'cause I know I can rap
My bitch 'bout to pull up on me, she gon' suck on my dick, then I hit from the left when I smack
I ain't even sign me no deal, I got my pockets fat, got a whole lotta racks (Racks)
When I hit, yeah, she screaming, she squeal, yeah, she wanna come sit down in my lap (Lap)
I already told you I'm real, why would I make up shit, yeah why would I lie? (Ahh)
You gotta tell me all of that shit that you lying 'bout (Ahh, ahh)
I got a shooter, they pull up on you and hit up your mama house (Bop, ooh-ah)
I got the Chrome Hearts, Issey Miyake the bag, Arcteryx the hoodie you talking 'bout (Talking 'bout)
I went and took me three twenty milligrams Percs (Percs), bitch I'm booted up
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