CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : They All Talk (Catch Up)
ATL Jacob
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
Imma hit it, oh
Uh, catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a b*t*h, gotta feed 'em (Uh)
n***as fake than a b*t*h I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass b*t*hes, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these n***as tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolce and Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on deck, that's for anything, we nevеr lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip, lil' n***a don't get confusеd (Let's go)
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Yeah)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
Two-fifty on my watch, I dare a n***a to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your b*t*h, why? n***a, your b*t*h basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these n***as be basic (No cap)
These n***as be trying to be act crazy, b*t*h don't even have hoe trained (Yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be walking without my leash, mm (Do you?)
I go hard on these n***as in the paint, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that f**king fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off of the [?] day (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
Better get to clappin' (Grrah), you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
Just wait for a n***a to get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Yeah)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
Imma hit it, oh
Uh, catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, b*t*h catch up
Uh, n***a catch up, uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a b*t*h, gotta feed 'em (Uh)
n***as fake than a b*t*h I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass b*t*hes, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these n***as tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolce and Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on deck, that's for anything, we nevеr lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip, lil' n***a don't get confusеd (Let's go)
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Yeah)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
Two-fifty on my watch, I dare a n***a to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your b*t*h, why? n***a, your b*t*h basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these n***as be basic (No cap)
These n***as be trying to be act crazy, b*t*h don't even have hoe trained (Yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be walking without my leash, mm (Do you?)
I go hard on these n***as in the paint, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that f**king fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off of the [?] day (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
Better get to clappin' (Grrah), you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
Just wait for a n***a to get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)
Uh, these n***as all talk, these n***as all (Talk)
Uh, these n***as all talk, someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk sh*t, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Yeah)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
