VI Vidi - TOPCAT Lyrics

(Did Dreama do this?)
Countin' this cash, I'm eatin' this dinner up
Step on a rat, I f*ck master splinter up
Say that boy fast, run past him in a rush
Double back, put his ass in a crutch
Look at your wife, yeah, I hit her up
But just know I'm only gonna hit her once
Why it always gotta be a hit and run?
That's how it is, she ain't cool enough to stick with us
You could get smacked, you heard that
Put him on ground, he takin' a dirt nap
He full of dust, lil' dirt bag
Hunt with the Eagles, he hang at the bird bath
I murder your track, it's a blood bath
Champions League, your dumbass is unranked
Can't stand in my ring, I'll get you squashed two seconds
You think it's a grudge match?
Big on the internet, these kids sure talk tough but really do run fast
Pick up the evidence, close my case, and declare the stories are all cap
If not, he'd link me at Dundas
Leave with his thottie, I know he don't want that
Savin' the hoes, he a hero, his shawties are ratchet, that nigga a lombax
I look like a gentleman, top hat, monocle, walk with a cane, top that
Wherever I go, I'm the top cat, whatever lyrics you hear is raw facts
I don't know nothin' bout sticks and pipes, go tell him to meet me in combat
You really believe I'm an opp pack, sorry to burst his bubble, it's not that
I look like a gentleman, top hat, monocle, walk with a cane, top that
Wherever I go, I'm the top cat, whatever lyrics you hear is raw facts
I don't know nothin' bout sticks and pipes, go tell him to meet me in combat
You really believe I'm an opp pack, sorry to burst his bubble, it's not that
Drummin' on air, got the boys livin' in fear
Bad bitch drummin' on air
Walk round playin' my own damn song in my ear cause another nigga doesn't compare
I'm on another level all the way up here
Pop up there, the contest scared
Third eye open, I'm never unaware
Onomatopoeia, when I step they appear
One punch man, oh man they can't put up a challenge so get me somebody who can
When I be spittin', I basically kill the opponent, and carry the body in bags
I never run out of ammo, you fumble your lines
You basically cock, and it jams
And I be cocky about it, you losin', I'll go put my hand in my pocket and dance
Let's go into overtime
I don't gotta get points, you scorin' mine
Say you comin' back, look at the score line
Why you talk without keepin' the score in mind?
And you ain't even good, you hopin' I go choke
But I came with open eyes
Situation that you cannot override
Lil bro, you bout to meet your demise
Draw the blueprint with no borderlines
Return the slab, your flow is mine
Man, this nigga's a bitch huh?
I know you are, but what am I?
Invading your space, colonized
I walk in your spot, and I call it mine
You good? you look like you wanna cry
Woah Jamal, don't pull out the nine!
I look like a gentleman, top hat, monocle, walk with a cane, top that
Wherever I go, I'm the top cat, whatever lyrics you hear is raw facts
I don't know nothin' bout sticks and pipes, go tell him to meet me in combat
You really believe I'm an opp pack, sorry to burst his bubble, it's not that
I look like a gentleman, top hat, monocle, walk with a cane, top that
Wherever I go, I'm the top cat, whatever lyrics you hear is raw facts
I don't know nothin' bout sticks and pipes, go tell him to meet me in combat
You really believe I'm an opp pack, sorry to burst his bubble, it's not that