Catch Up

(Chorus)

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 drank and 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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