Catch Up Lyrics

Yuh

Yeah

How the fuck is you gon' catch up

Yuh

Yeah

How the fuck you gon' catch up

I could sit back relax, look at my cup

Been getting my cut, shit

Target on my back I don't give no fuck tho

Roll up your pack, smoking up your girl, she in the front row

Damn

Know that that shit gon' clap when she see them rubber bands

If you even gon' spin back, go 'head, go and get your mans

Know they all a bunch of fans of me

Lost your chance, what I'm saying right now, none of y'all can handle me

So what's the plan

Overseas with my girl I been just counting up bands

Shit, guess I'm stuck in my ways

Out of my way, gotta get paid, guess that's just the way that I'm bred

Gang gotta get fed

Ain't taking it with me when I'm dead

So I blow it all on gas

Blow it all on that pressure

Know that I'm sitting in a hotbox, but it ain't fucking up my vision

Still boutta go get you

I been up way to high, gotta get it all out of my system

Huh, yeah

Huh, yeah

I could just blow it all on gas

Blow it all on pressure

Still sitting in a hotbox

Nah you better not try to test me

Don't choke calling me Reggie

I been outside getting way too gone so how the fuck you gon' catch me

How the fuck you gon' catch up

I could sit back relax, look at my cup

Been getting my cut, shit

Target on my back I don't give no fuck tho

Roll up your pack, smoking up your girl, she in the front row

Damn

Know that that shit gon' clap when she see them rubber bands

If you even gon' spin back, go 'head, go and get your mans

Know they all a bunch of fans of me

Lost your chance, what I'm saying right now, none of y'all can handle me