Catch Up

You get laced up thinking that you fucking with my dough
Got some opps imma catch 'em all you can call me oak

Got a taste now
Yeah you know we out here getting rich
Out my face now
Imma have to bust you in your shit
Set the pace now
Better catch up 'cause we getting lit
Hit it face down
Yeah she got that grip I got that drip
Got a taste now
Yeah you know we out here getting rich
Out my face now
Imma have to bust you in your shit
Set the pace now
Better catch up 'cause we getting lit
Hit it face down
Yeah she got that grip I got that drip

Hit it face down
But he out here claiming that it's his
Bitches snakes now
Tell me why she pulled up in his whip
You a waste now
Had to leave his brains up on the strip
Catch a case but I beat it
Masked up ain't catching shit
You get laced up
Thinking that you fucking with my dough
Talking shit
Imma laugh it off
You don't want that smoke
Got some opps imma catch 'em all
You can call me oak
Imma leave him holy
You can call his ass the pope
I got them hundreds today
Catch me outside with a gun in my waist yeah
Don't call me bro if you fake
Hating but they always smile in my face yeah

I got them hundreds today
I got a gun on my waist
Don't call me bro if you fake
Hating but they always smile in my face yeah

Got a taste now
Yeah you know we out here getting rich
Out my face now
Imma have to bust you in your shit
Set the pace now
Better catch up 'cause we getting lit
Hit it face down
Yeah she got that grip I got that drip
Got a taste now
Yeah you know we out here getting rich
Out my face now
Imma have to bust you in your shit
Set the pace now
Better catch up 'cause we getting lit
Hit it face down
Yeah she got that grip I got that drip



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Writer(s): Jason Garcia
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