Catch a Opp (feat. SkThaMenace)
Caught his ass lackin just to see what he bout
You should've kept my name out ya mf mouth
Was trynna get some clout
Now im outside yo lil house
But ian gon shoot
Cause a nigga wanna fight
Send em to the lord like he booked his ass a flight
He say that i did that shit outta spite
But i just did it cause i felt it was right
And you betta be glad i didnt take yo fucking life
If you got that stick dont show it
If you hit a lick nigga better not blow it
If you gettin bread then you might as well hold it
Right
If you gettin bread then you might as well hold it
Thought he was my dawg til he turned into a hater
If she aint fuckin then a nigga gotta see her later
Grinding so hard cause a nigga need that paper
And im trynna run it up like the mf gators
Lil mama stop playing wit me
You know this is where you supposed to be
But you know that money get a hold of me
Twenty's and fifty's stay close to me
Bankrolls in loads need all the cheese
If it aint bout cash no approaching me
I need that big gas no roaches please
Get off my case you notice me
Wont snitch on my dawgs wont take no plea
Just scream out zo kap until im free
Free zo kap bitch
Just scream out zo kap until im free
I need that big gas no roaches please
If it aint bout cash no approaching me
Get off my case know you notice me
Wont snitch on my dawgs wont take that plea
Sk and Zo kap
Put tha ville map
Nicca play n get clapped
Then his hoe gettin tapped
Then the cheeks gettin slapped
Nicca get kidnapped
Then his body get wrapped
Make a nicca handicap
Us on a tracc
Boy they can't even fucc wit is
We was outside his crib
Finna double up
I got tha bars that'll hit
Like uppercut
Say he want smoke
Tell lonzo to roll em up
Patnas they wit it, don't een gotta tell em
Put him in a box wit a stamp n then mail em
Zo Kap he crazy he aim at cho melon
If 12 asking questions, on god ian tellin
Pops was a shoota, my ma was a felon
I go to the show & eat breakfast wit ellen
These niccas pussy, shit who is u tellin
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let me kno if u wit it or not
If u play wit tha gang get dropped
Watch a nicca walk down on opp
Walk down on his bitch ass
You should've kept my name out ya mf mouth
Was trynna get some clout
Now im outside yo lil house
But ian gon shoot
Cause a nigga wanna fight
Send em to the lord like he booked his ass a flight
He say that i did that shit outta spite
But i just did it cause i felt it was right
And you betta be glad i didnt take yo fucking life
If you got that stick dont show it
If you hit a lick nigga better not blow it
If you gettin bread then you might as well hold it
Right
If you gettin bread then you might as well hold it
Thought he was my dawg til he turned into a hater
If she aint fuckin then a nigga gotta see her later
Grinding so hard cause a nigga need that paper
And im trynna run it up like the mf gators
Lil mama stop playing wit me
You know this is where you supposed to be
But you know that money get a hold of me
Twenty's and fifty's stay close to me
Bankrolls in loads need all the cheese
If it aint bout cash no approaching me
I need that big gas no roaches please
Get off my case you notice me
Wont snitch on my dawgs wont take no plea
Just scream out zo kap until im free
Free zo kap bitch
Just scream out zo kap until im free
I need that big gas no roaches please
If it aint bout cash no approaching me
Get off my case know you notice me
Wont snitch on my dawgs wont take that plea
Sk and Zo kap
Put tha ville map
Nicca play n get clapped
Then his hoe gettin tapped
Then the cheeks gettin slapped
Nicca get kidnapped
Then his body get wrapped
Make a nicca handicap
Us on a tracc
Boy they can't even fucc wit is
We was outside his crib
Finna double up
I got tha bars that'll hit
Like uppercut
Say he want smoke
Tell lonzo to roll em up
Patnas they wit it, don't een gotta tell em
Put him in a box wit a stamp n then mail em
Zo Kap he crazy he aim at cho melon
If 12 asking questions, on god ian tellin
Pops was a shoota, my ma was a felon
I go to the show & eat breakfast wit ellen
These niccas pussy, shit who is u tellin
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let me kno if u wit it or not
If u play wit tha gang get dropped
Watch a nicca walk down on opp
Walk down on his bitch ass
Credits
Writer(s): Alonzo Baldwin
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