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Catch Up
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Stunna 4 Vegas
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Trap Gang, he just like the DJ, n***a, what the f**k you 'bout? Uh, it's 4X, uh, slime time Six7, what it do, fool? Uh, uh, uh Six7 on the beat (Uh, uh) Run up that bag, quit stressin' Put drums on my stick and call it .67, uh I hit a ho with your bestie (With your bestie) Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and I get more money than him, so his b*t*h a** walkin' 'round here jealous (Ha) Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," f**k pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Skrrt) We apply pressure, when it's crunch time, we ain't callin' no timeouts (On gang) Outside with it, no hideouts (4X) Drop a diss, my lil' n***as find out (Come here) Where you stay? Y'all can't catch him at his place F**k it, catch him at mom house And I really want my young n***a Dave to focus on this rap sh*t, he too busy pullin' iron out (No cap) Uh, f**k it, I just might trip with him (F**k it) I drop hits in the booth and on b*t*h n***as (On gang) I won't diss him, I let my clique get him (Uh) Again and again 'til you call quits, n***a (Pu**y) I'm ignorant as f**k 'cause I'm a young rich n***a (I'm rich as f**k) I might buy a flight for your b*t*h, n***a (Uh) Bought a Glock for my bro, we got them sticks, n***a In them streets, I got rank, I'll get your crew whacked In the bank, I got six figures I don't f**k with these n***as like Hilfiger I ran through a hundred racks before my deal, n***a (Cash) I got skills, n***a (Huh?), she told me I look like Will Smith (B*t*h) I make a ho suck my dill pickle (Thot, thot) No dates, I just give her quick d**k (Uh, uh) Run up that bag, quit stressin' (4X) Put drums on my stick and call it .67, uh (Brrt, brrt) I hit a ho with your bestie (Thot, thot) Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and (Ooh) I get more money than him (Cash), so his b*t*h a** walkin' 'round here jealous (F**k) Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," f**k pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Ayy, what the f**k? Skrrt) If I run off, you gotta catch me (Ayy) Chop a n***a like some f**king lettuce (Boom) Trigger finger itchin', b*t*h, I got a fetish I'm smoking on a piece of cake from the wedding (Gang) This chop get to kickin' like we playin' Tekken (Boom) This leg hold thirty, I ain't talkin Memphis (Facts) Shoot up your tailgate, no bow time, I'ma die behind 4X (Facts) Don't walk down with no iron If you try me, then them shots firin' (Boom) You know it's strappin', if you see, run If he say he checked me, then you know he lyin' I'm tryna stick somethin' like a porcupine F**k his crew, they movin' unorthodox I need a big house and a big watch If it's street sh*t, f**k hip hop (Facts) I ain't wailin', I keep one up top Ready to hit a n***a with this G-Lock I see your true colors like a peac*ck Boy, you ain't real, yeah, you gon' flock Finna clean his block with this f**kin' mop He seen the burrow, left his a** in shock Like a skateboard, yeah, I'm gon slide With this chopstick, I feel like it cost forty-five Run up that bag, quit stressin' (4X) Put drums on my stick and call it .67 (6ix7even on the beat) I hit a ho with your bestie (Thot, thot) Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and (Ooh) I get more money than him (Cash), so his b*t*h a** walkin' 'round here jealous (F**k) Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," f**k pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Skrrt)
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