Can't Catch Us
We go 100 switching lanes we living life real fast
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
We go 100 switching lanes we living life real fast
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
We from Denver we them Denver boys yeah you know me
And catch big bro up on the highway going 83
We pop out 'cause we drop outs spending like it grow on trees
I pour It up I'm sipping lean like this shit fucking free
Shouts out Breezy we be balling like we D Rose
I fucked your hoe in some 300 dollar truey clothes
And If you're looking at my neck this gold gon' leave you froze
And If you wolfing on that net we gon' have to expose
You ain't from where I'm from so please stay up where you at
'Cause my boys is at your throat and I know they got my back
You a goofy you a lame so please stay up in your lane
For you get hit up with that 'K you not gon' be the same
We go 100 switching lanes we living life real fast
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
We go 100 switching lanes we living life real fast
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
We from Denver we them Denver boys yeah you know me
And catch big bro up on the highway going 83
We pop out 'cause we drop outs spending like it grow on trees
I pour It up I'm sipping lean like this shit fucking free
Shouts out Breezy we be balling like we D Rose
I fucked your hoe in some 300 dollar truey clothes
And If you're looking at my neck this gold gon' leave you froze
And If you wolfing on that net we gon' have to expose
You ain't from where I'm from so please stay up where you at
'Cause my boys is at your throat and I know they got my back
You a goofy you a lame so please stay up in your lane
For you get hit up with that 'K you not gon' be the same
We go 100 switching lanes we living life real fast
My boujee ass love blowing cash and smoking on that hash
And If a bitch is talking crazy I'll slap her stupid ass
So take them chains off broke boy them bitches will give you rash
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Writer(s): David Garcia
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