Catch up wimme Lyrics

Damn, hit the dash can't get no ticket

Smokin' gas and got two blickies

Hit the curb, they say I'm trippin'

I done crashed, got to hop out get to runnin

Like im ricky

I done crashed, got to hop out get to runnin

Like im ricky ,

Damn this wicked life im living

Thought It never "Catch up wimme"

I was 15 robbin' niggas,

you got a problem, press the issue

Ask J3 back at LR I was in school

I had my pistol

Caught a body, couldn't sleep, cause I was seein' demon figures

Spin like the wind we gon' blow like a whistle

This chopper gon' hit him, gon' sing him a riddle him

These bullets gon' put him to sleep like a Lullaby

That bitch suck on that dick like a pacifier

If I call up them folks then I know they gon' slide

That boy

Talk on the net, so we blow out his mind

That bitch hittin my line, but I ain't got no time

On the road on my Grind

tryna stack up this cheese

Make her gag on the dick shorty all on her knees

When I hit from the back, got her beggin me please

Know I'm big double-R and I'm big double-G

556 223 that what he gon' receive

I'm the one that these street niggas wish they can be

I'm the hardest, I know that it's clear, you can see

Pullin car doors grab anything you can see

Catch a hollow, I swear to God, he gon' deceased

Playin' hi lo shakin' the dice in the street

Ducking potholes

Got them potholes in the street,

She ain't my ho

Man the ho be for the street, I say

these bitches thotty they be for the team

I know a white girl, she like that white girl

Snoring white girl, off of her key

I was out trappin at age of 14

I'm feelin' broke bout to put on my ski

Flrrrdtt

What, huh

What, yeah

Mm, mm, mm

I got my nigga KPZ in this bih

Mm, mm, mm

Get that Rafa on it

Foul, foul

Foul, foul

Foul, wait

Foul, wait