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Catch Up (Bonus) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Uh, racks on the dresser
Praying for better, bless up
Got shooters better step up They'll put you on a stretcher
Only live once, no, don't mess up No, don't come for my bread turn your white t red, it look like ketchup
They way too slow, I told them catch up
Okay, keep on going, yeah, they're so close
I lied they all some bozos
Off the gram I don't like photos Too deep, pull up in a four door
Nah, I don't shop at Soho
Feel good, don't fuck up my mojo
Nah, we don't fuck with Popo
Die tryin', that's the motto
I mean the motto Get a couple of M's
Like I won the lotto All these niggas my sons
Yeah, I'm they idol Finna spark up a blunt
Yeah, I'm rollin' gelato
If I catch a nigga speakin' on my name I light them up, just like Usher get burned
Yeah, you should know by now I'm runnin' it up If I hop on a trash beat, I'm makin' it turn
I keep askin' myself when the fuck they gon' learn
This shit ain't way different to me me when it's earned
All on God's timing I'm waitin' my turn I'm comin' to the top, you should be concerned
They show me true colors, I'm givin' it back Never believe what they say, it's all cap
Third eye is open, I'm lookin' for traps
Still don't trust nobody, a gun on my lap
Ain't talkin' McDonald's, my bro got a Mac
Set it off and they gon' run like they on a track
Now they askin' questions, why you did that? Yeah, we blistin' niggas, he finna get sacked
So much money stand on it I'm taller than Shaq Yeah, my pockets eatin' them bitches is fat
Yeah, we deep step on niggas, we look like a frat Slide in a Civic, I don't need a scat
Tom and Jerry ass niggas they pussy, cat Really, they actin' like bitches, brats
Yeah, all in my ear, kinda like nats Yeah, I'm finna get out of here, that's a fact
Whoa, tell em get off my body Never let him know that you got it, whoa
Couple drinks and I'm naughty Better slow down, don't get out of pocket, whoa
All of this shit seem impossible They pay attention who be poppin', oh
Dunk on a nigga, Obi Toppin Gotta make a play, cause they plottin
Bitch, I'm on fire inferno
And its gon' last forever this flame is eternal
No, I don't need a journal
Leapin' over all the obstacles like a hurdle
Got a world on my back like the shell on a turtle
Keepin' a small circle
What's in my cup? It's that purple
Uh, racks on the dresser
Praying for better, bless up
Got shooters better step up They'll put you on a stretcher
Only live once, no, don't mess up No, don't come for my bread turn your white t red, it look like ketchup
They way too slow, I told them catch up