[Intro: London Yellow]
That n***a took my cat (Why?)
That n***a took my
Ayo, some bitch-ass n***a named Synthetic uh, MP3 or whatever the fuck, took my cat (Fuck you)
It was outside of my goddamn house and he-
It had a collar on and everything with my number and address on it
And he just took that n***a, like
Fuck you, n***a, I just want my fuckin' cat back, n***a, fuck you (Mr. Pistachio)

[Verse 1: London Yellow & Dad]
I was in the whip with my dad on a trip
Then my mom called me, talk about my cat dipped (No)
I don't think he's comin' back, London, I tried everything
Even catnip, (What?) I think he's gone, bitch (Aw, shit)
Then I got a message from this little kid named Synthetic
I hate this kid's guts already, he's so pathetic (Bitch)
He said he got my cat (Yeah)
I said, "Give him back" (Please)
I was 'bout to scrap, punch this n***a in his sack
That n***a took my cat
Gimme my cat, n***a, real talk, I'm gonna kill you (Give him back)
That n***a took my cat
Everybody, get my cat back from him at any costs (I got the strap)
That n***a took my cat
Yeah, yeah give my cat, faggot (Bitch, you're gettin' clapped)
(Yeah, clapped) Can I have him back?
Yeah, clapped it, you're gettin' clapped, baby (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Dad]
My precious baby boy (Yeah) loves his cat, you creep
He hasn't seen his kitty witty cat in weeks (Meow)
If you don't give it back, I'm clappin' cheeks (Clap)
Deadass class is grass to me
You gon' get spanked by Big Dank Hank
Get yo' ship sank, Synthetic, you're pathetic
Why would you steal? I really just don't get it
Give London his lover back so that he can pet it (Yeah)
Or I'ma clap them cheeks, I said it and I meant it, deadass
He don't have no cat at all, for real
Bitch, give that back, why the fuck would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumbass? (Dummy)
Give it the fuck back, give it the fuck back
He don't have no cat at all, for real
Bitch, give that back, why the fuck would you steal?
Why would you steal my son's cat, you lil dumbass? (Boy)
Give it the fuck back, give it the fuck back

[Interlude: Dad]
'Fore I clap them cheeks, you lil bitch (I'm gonna destroy your goddamn cheeks)
I'm gettin' all up in the mothafuckin' cheeks if you don't give my goddamn son his cat back
You lil bitch
I'm clappin' everybody's cheeks if my son doesn't get his baby boy back
My baby boy doesn't get his baby boy back
Goddammit
This is pissin' me off
I'm losin' sleep
[Verse 3: Synthetic]
Aight, yo, I get it
I messed up
But it's time to end this fuss
'Cause enough is enough
London got his cat
And that's no cap
That's why I made this rap
I took it on accident, not payin' attention
Now I'm spittin' this shit in juvenile detention
It was wrong, it wouldn't didn't belong
That's why I wrote this song
'Cause now he's back
London got his fuckin' cat, shit boy
Haha
Yo, let's go
Poppin' off, rhymin' about
The shit that finally came out
His cat had took me, now it's safe
I did it before it was too late
But there he lay
On London's lap, takin' a fat nap
No need to worry
'Cause now he's in the hands of a guy like Stephen Curry
It's aight, thanks
Yo