Still Catching Cases (feat. Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel)
Shoutout 808, my Loc
I'm goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF), yeah
I made six hunnid on Recey, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand on fleeces, came from wearin' Academics
If it ain't weed, then I'm against it
I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons
Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros
'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose
Shoot us kinda often 'cause we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
That's why I made this off my name
I ain't in the safe, spend it all on the gang
Still catchin' cases, give a fuck about fame
Cross that line, fuck nigga gettin' painted
Damn near died on ten, oh, now
Won't face two lawyers if a nigga get back
Four models too, these hoes get mad
Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin'
Ain't flew commercial, everything G5
See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back
Ain't got it on me, hoe still'll get smacked
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets
When it come to drugs, got what you need
Turntest in the city, come sign to me
Rowdy rollin', they ride with me
Chops and Fs, no, not with me
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom
Won't fuck shit, bitch, not no model
4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo
I know look, man, who got it?
Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver
Kill or be killed, all he know is survival
Think she turnt, bitch fuckin' an opp
Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped
Give me that gun, that's all I need (uh)
I see a opp', he gon' O-D (grrt, baow)
I took a Perky, fallin' asleep (uh)
I see mad money in my dreams
All these real niggas in my team (uh)
Jerry, don't say it, no lean
This is the truth, uh (this is the truth)
I call up bitches, they come in a group (they do, baow, yeah)
I got rich and I got the juice (look, bitch, uh)
This is a two-door coupe (skrrt)
Watch how I move on through (uh)
I need a new Porsche too (skrrt, I need a new Porsche too, uh)
Yeah, they gotta watch how I'm doin' things
Got a mover with me, he be movin' things
Got a shooter with me, he be shootin' things (brrt)
If I see a opp, my whole mood'll change (baow)
That is old drip
You need a newer chain (that is old drip, you need a newer chain)
They throwin' shots, but they missin' (baow)
Should take them niggas to the shootin' range (baow)
This is way too elite (huh), she tryna suck me out of my sleep
It cost a 100k for these seats (uh, skrrt)
I bulletproofed the whole Jeep (grrt)
She want me to go deep (uh), these niggas is police (what?)
She want me to go deep (huh? Huh?), these niggas is police (uh, yeah)
I get money, that's all I need (I need)
I sip Henny, not lean (nah)
I take meds, just not codeine (codeine)
One more Perc' and I might O-D (O-D)
No, my daddy ain't raised no hoe (no hoe)
I can't hoe shit out my sleep (bah)
Pay no attentions to these hoes (bah)
'Cause these hoes ain't payin' me, ah (bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
Huh? Uh, we number one, we the topic (uh, uh)
You lil' niggas is toxic and we do not listen to gossip (uh)
Uh (nah), I go suey all with this chopstick (grrt, bah)
Or Buju with this 'matic
And I'm a bad boy movin' tactic (uh, uh)
New Glock-9 came plastic (new Glock-9 came)
New bad bitch fantastic (new bad bitch)
Lil' bougie bitch that like her ass
Kissed (lil' boujee bitch like her)
I took 80 to Eric da Jeweler to
Buss down my AP and buss down my glasses
New AP on freeze, nigga, say, "Cheese," when a nigga flashin'
I'm goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF), yeah
I made six hunnid on Recey, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand on fleeces, came from wearin' Academics
If it ain't weed, then I'm against it
I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons
Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros
'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose
Shoot us kinda often 'cause we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
That's why I made this off my name
I ain't in the safe, spend it all on the gang
Still catchin' cases, give a fuck about fame
Cross that line, fuck nigga gettin' painted
Damn near died on ten, oh, now
Won't face two lawyers if a nigga get back
Four models too, these hoes get mad
Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin'
Ain't flew commercial, everything G5
See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back
Ain't got it on me, hoe still'll get smacked
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets
When it come to drugs, got what you need
Turntest in the city, come sign to me
Rowdy rollin', they ride with me
Chops and Fs, no, not with me
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom
Won't fuck shit, bitch, not no model
4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo
I know look, man, who got it?
Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver
Kill or be killed, all he know is survival
Think she turnt, bitch fuckin' an opp
Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped
Give me that gun, that's all I need (uh)
I see a opp', he gon' O-D (grrt, baow)
I took a Perky, fallin' asleep (uh)
I see mad money in my dreams
All these real niggas in my team (uh)
Jerry, don't say it, no lean
This is the truth, uh (this is the truth)
I call up bitches, they come in a group (they do, baow, yeah)
I got rich and I got the juice (look, bitch, uh)
This is a two-door coupe (skrrt)
Watch how I move on through (uh)
I need a new Porsche too (skrrt, I need a new Porsche too, uh)
Yeah, they gotta watch how I'm doin' things
Got a mover with me, he be movin' things
Got a shooter with me, he be shootin' things (brrt)
If I see a opp, my whole mood'll change (baow)
That is old drip
You need a newer chain (that is old drip, you need a newer chain)
They throwin' shots, but they missin' (baow)
Should take them niggas to the shootin' range (baow)
This is way too elite (huh), she tryna suck me out of my sleep
It cost a 100k for these seats (uh, skrrt)
I bulletproofed the whole Jeep (grrt)
She want me to go deep (uh), these niggas is police (what?)
She want me to go deep (huh? Huh?), these niggas is police (uh, yeah)
I get money, that's all I need (I need)
I sip Henny, not lean (nah)
I take meds, just not codeine (codeine)
One more Perc' and I might O-D (O-D)
No, my daddy ain't raised no hoe (no hoe)
I can't hoe shit out my sleep (bah)
Pay no attentions to these hoes (bah)
'Cause these hoes ain't payin' me, ah (bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah)
Huh? Uh, we number one, we the topic (uh, uh)
You lil' niggas is toxic and we do not listen to gossip (uh)
Uh (nah), I go suey all with this chopstick (grrt, bah)
Or Buju with this 'matic
And I'm a bad boy movin' tactic (uh, uh)
New Glock-9 came plastic (new Glock-9 came)
New bad bitch fantastic (new bad bitch)
Lil' bougie bitch that like her ass
Kissed (lil' boujee bitch like her)
I took 80 to Eric da Jeweler to
Buss down my AP and buss down my glasses
New AP on freeze, nigga, say, "Cheese," when a nigga flashin'
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Michael Loblack, Chad Marshall, Dion Marquise Hayes, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles
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