Catch Me
Ah Aye Yeah
Ah Aye Yeah
Aye
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
Just want me some fetti
Had to stack my lettuce
Got niggas who deadly
We pulling up like petty
She wanna caress me
Don't call my phone
Don't text me
You seen me & I seen you
Lil nigga look the other way
Still hustling like everyday
I'm the one gone make some shake
These niggas they known to hate
I hate grass I don't do snakes
Real nigga I can't relate
Cartier blocking all da shade
Can't come home til the check made
Drop a nigga like a drop fade
Hood baby I remember them days
Met Kam in da 2nd grade
That's brother still til this day
Shouts out to that country boy Trey
Love Hollering let the eight
Motherfuckers just wanna slayed
Motherfuckers just wanna get laid
Same reason
Motherfuckers ain't paid
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
Ah Aye Yeah
Aye
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
Just want me some fetti
Had to stack my lettuce
Got niggas who deadly
We pulling up like petty
She wanna caress me
Don't call my phone
Don't text me
You seen me & I seen you
Lil nigga look the other way
Still hustling like everyday
I'm the one gone make some shake
These niggas they known to hate
I hate grass I don't do snakes
Real nigga I can't relate
Cartier blocking all da shade
Can't come home til the check made
Drop a nigga like a drop fade
Hood baby I remember them days
Met Kam in da 2nd grade
That's brother still til this day
Shouts out to that country boy Trey
Love Hollering let the eight
Motherfuckers just wanna slayed
Motherfuckers just wanna get laid
Same reason
Motherfuckers ain't paid
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
If I ran them racks up to the sky how could you catch me
I be in my own lane I'm fresh as fuck don't test me
Bad bitch on my side dripping like spaghetti
Ain in it for the fame just want me some fetti
Credits
Writer(s): Onlyone Kel
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