Catch Me ft. GUTTA & Styles Savage Lyrics

I don't know how to act

Summertime come in, you better move tact

D'usee punching my cup, like

D'usee got her on her on her back

And I'm drunk in the party, better stay cool 'cause I'm quick to react

And she wanna get naughty, back to the crib and I'm breaking her back

And she shaking that

Like

And she shaking that fatty

Why she keep calling my phone? Bitch, I'm in the mood for a baddie

Slim waist, classy

Shooting my shot I'm her favorite athlete

They pussy, don't wanna @ me

Catch up, they cannot catch me

Uh

And she said she from jersey

Like

And I told her me too

She keep tryna get with me, but, I gotta see how she move

You could be my lil' boo, keep it a secret don't tell what we do

Like

Shorty a bop I could tell how she loose

Damn, and I never could lose

Like, run it up get some blues

And she know I'm the one

Fuck, I could never be two

They don't think that I'm working

Fuck, I could show you the proof

But they don't got no motion

Fuck, all these niggas is fu

I don't know how to act

Summertime come in, you better move tact

D'usse punching my cup, like

D'usse got her on her on her back

And I'm drunk in the party, better stay cool 'cause I'm quick to react

And she wanna get naughty, back to the crib and I'm breaking her back

And she shaking that

Like

And she shaking that fatty

Why she keep calling my phone? Bitch, I'm in the mood for a baddie

Slim waist, classy

Shooting my shot I'm her favorite athlete

They pussy, don't wanna @ me

Catch up, they cannot catch me

(J I Double D Y)

(You never heard of Styles Savage?)

(I'm from out the GUTTA, middle finger, Zone 6)