Catch Myself Lyrics

Ha ha

Woh feel like woh saying mehn

Well my God

Ponche

What I could do!?

Well well well well ehhhh? Ha ha

We deh bout, wa it is!?

Keep a stick in the car I be ready for war

Once you opp, then we never could par

223's they gone split you in half

He was talking crazy now he talking to God

I see all the hate from afar

They just be talking to talk

They be capping these niggas be lost

Had no choice had to hop off the porch

Member times I would sleep on the floor

Had to hustle like never before

I too busy catch me on the go

I be high, but I move on the low

I done seen couple friends turn to foes

Once you deep in the streets keep a pole

I that nigga if you didn't know

Make a eat then go cash out on gold

I be making plays like a coach

I like bitches that hot like a torch

I smoke weed like that shit was a sport

Weed so strong had to catch myself

Don't pass me no joint if it don't got no blend

I can't smoke on no plow all I smoke is the best

I use it to chill cause a nigga be stressed

I don't play when it come to respect

WOAH!

Had to catch myself

Had to run up the racks

Had to catch myself

I was high in the trap

Had to catch myself

Oh you fuck with the opps?

Had to catch myself

We gone wet up the block

Had to catch myself

Had to run up the racks

Had to catch myself

I was high in the trap

Had to catch myself

Oh you fuck with the opps?

Had to catch myself

We gone wet up the block

Had to catch myself

Aye!

Had to get out my feelings and get a bag

You can't walk in my shoes you don't know the half

Ain't no keys in the whip got to push to start

I be whipping that bitch like a go cart

Like a nigga be filled up with rage

I from a planet of apes

Why these niggas keep on throwing shade?

They just be digging they grave

Fuck clout I just wanna get paid

I the wave I a fucking tsunami

For the fam I would catch me a body

Love all my dawgs I just hope they don't cross me

Death before dishonor got to keep a hammer

I tote straps no call of duty

I can't fuck with you, you goofy

Put a clip in the Glock it be hanging like breast

If yo bad then come try me

I gone leave yo scunt hook to a IV

I don't trust these niggas they to shiesty

They just mad cause a nigga be icy

Take yo main bitch and make she my side piece

I get a thrill when I thumb through the racks

These niggas broke but they act like they not

Had to catch myself

Had to run up the racks

Had to catch myself

I was high in the trap

Had to catch myself

Oh you fuck with the opps?

Had to catch myself

We gone wet up the block

Had to catch myself

Had to run up the racks

Had to catch myself

I was high in the trap

Had to catch myself

Oh you fuck with the opps?

Had to catch myself

We gone wet up the block

Had to catch myself

Had to catch myself

Had to catch myself

Had to catch myself

Had to catch myself