Catch Up
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All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
All this drink gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
(Verse 1)
Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda
I do da evil that men do when I get you
I a sit you down then take it to the mentals
Essentials and clown
Every chance I get bitch I hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the cannabis
Shit I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by
Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin
And if you tell me stop drinking
I just do it again
So when I get old
I a rock, roll, shake and shiver
Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver
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(Verse 2)
A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos
Stewart Ave hoes niggas from G-road
Committed to slanin blow
Doubling dough
24-7 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend
Running wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron
That will smoke an L bust shells
And dare you to tell
Walk up in the club pretty thug
Fucked up off headshots
Sippin some Covoce?watching hoes drop it like it hot
Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock
Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot
The balling don stop just drop more G on drankand drugs
Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up
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(Verse 3)
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pad and pin and wrote
Somethin that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke
A yo it 2-0
I Eastside king wit a Barretta
Wit a twist of Almoretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed
Remmy and ice house til the lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it hoes out then I show out
Call Tyheed get droed out
There no doubt
I love my life, love the light
Love to write love the mic
So take a drag grab a bag
And match up
Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up
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