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Catering
40
Hip-Hop/Rap
Catering was released on November 21, 2025 by Skip 2 Fame Music Group Inc. as a part of the album Catering - Single
album cover
Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelSkip 2 Fame Music Group Inc.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kwazii
Kwazii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwazii
Kwazii
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ktoe
Ktoe
Producer
Pilgram
Pilgram
Producer

Lyrics

Hoes just run off with the swag like a dope fiend
You so follow fashion, I’m glad that you showed me
Peep, your house is made of glass you a trophy
I’m still tryna make my way through the mud
Feel alone here but I would never change what It was (cool)
Ain’t no real cake off woppin’ 8ths, I’m too major
Notice when you ask if you should stay I never cater
We split the bean, watch you pass out like a rager
Do for the team, never count that as a favor
I’m rude, or I’m mean
Everything I do’s outrageous
Why they only see me when I pop out on them stages
That’s the cree that I’m standing on daily
Got no enemies in the hexagon baby
If you wanna play I just sit back bitch entertain me
This Junya Watanabe not no cape, don’t do no saving
I’m still tryna make my way through the mud
Feel alone here but I would never change what It was (cool)
Ain’t no real cake off woppin’ 8ths, I’m too major
Notice when you ask if you should stay I never cater
Who you know keep it a bill more than me, I’m received like a c note
Stressin’, I lit up a preroll
Losing myself only smoke out the ZO
My redbone said I’m like a kid, I don’t give a shit, I’m Childish Gambino
My brother been having them bricks for sale since bitches was dancin’ to Neyo
I run up the breesh, I run up the breesh
They lost cause they don’t know what we know
And who saw the come up can vouch for me, in highschool I had three phones
Puff big za, it’s a three point five, how the backwood look like Dlow
(I give pipe with a real big smile, but it’s all gold when my teeth show)
I’m finna nail it, soon as I touch down I feel like Teezo
Ain’t no one compare, she doing me bad, convincing myself ‘bout a freak hoe
Keep movin’ her hand but that’s just the stick in my pants, I pitched a gazebo
(I get my bread out the pan so more times the bathing ape bag is stuffed full of brioche)
I’m still tryna make my way through the mud
Feel alone here but I would never change what It was (cool)
Ain’t no real cake off woppin’ 8ths, I’m too major
Notice when you ask if you should stay I never cater
I never cater to it ‘cause I ain’t send you off I said I’ll take you through it
(I never cater to it ‘cause I ain’t send you off I said I’ll take you through it)
Written by: Jaydus "Kwazii" States
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