Songtext von Gutting Catfish

Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like Pick 'em up and cut 'em up like It's the grey player, I'm a dame slayer Playing games, hoes peelin' off my layers Fuck a hater, I'mma blame it on the Navigator Never gettin' paper, but I got a pair of boots that was made from alligator, uh Fuckboy, see you later, keep your mouth shut I don't fuck with traitors Gotta make a dent in this world, gotta find a flavor Cherry marmalade, bitch, I spread it on my bread like a baker Bitch, I'm fuckin' sunk like an anchor Let me sink down, I don't need a lifesaver Bitch, I made a fuckin' promise to the devil that I'd trade my fucking soul So I settle with the motherfucking razor, uh!