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!