CATTIN OFF - Kossisko

This year’s award goes to

The only thing that I like

DTM, you get the award

DTM, you get the award

Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee

Now ya hit my phone… ghosted

Read receipt on and want you to know it

She sent some pictures as the next resort

Said that I was done 'cause she a skeezer and a floater

I saw them angels, I was back up in the water

She ass-naked, hangin' out the moon roof

I turn around, I’m lip-level with the ooh-ooh

Said she love me, said, «Yeah, I love me too»

But I can’t cuff her, nigga, that’s the shit that you do

She out of your division, I can’t blame you

And baby, we gon' get in trouble if I name you

I need a weekend, where you wanna catch a plane too

And all you’ll need is a bikini where I bring you

Hit the mid grade, seven

My girl won’t expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it

She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten

Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off

Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone

But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can’t live 'em alone

And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah

Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off

DTM, you get the award

DTM, you get the award

Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee

Now ya hit my phone… ghosted

Leave the light on, yeah, girl, I wanna see it

And I rub ice on it 'fore I eat it

Let it out, wanna hear you screamin'

Chopper style, got her eyes rollin' like a demon

Chopper style, chop-chop-chopper style

She bust five more 'fore I pull the chopper out

Take the covers off, it’s gettin' too hot

Her body lotion meltin' off, match her insides

She on me 'cause I’m pretty as a bitch and I listen to her

I like her 'cause she cool like my niggas

I think it’s sexy when she dress like a nigga

Mama combat boots, head shaved like militia

Thrift shop, denim shorty all day

A lotta vintage, got a lotta high waist

A lotta sauce, yeah, she got good taste

She 20-somethin', old soul, middle-aged

Hit the mid grade, seven

My girl won’t expect it, no, my girl won’t expect it

She only suspicious of bad bitches, ten

Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off

Got the goddess at home, blowin' up the phone

But I love them goer bitches, nah, I can’t live 'em alone

And I should prolly settle down with her, yeah

Cattin' off, nigga, cattin' off

DTM, you get the award

DTM, you get the award

Do too much, I don’t give 'em no noticee

Now ya hit my phone… ghosted

Cattin' off, cattin' off

Cattin' off, cattin' off

Cattin' off, cattin' off

Cattin' off