Catch Up Wit Me
Steppin' in my Yeezy boots
Send my youngins fuck the truth
We gone get it sparkin' like 4th of July when we get at you
This is for the family, motivate I gotta get the paper
Take care of my troops and tell my youngins I'm the truth
When I'm steppin' I don't pop my shit, I just leave the proof
I do my work by myself heard folks tell the truth
When I'm out man I barely talk and definitely take no pic
When I'm out man I barely talk and definitely take no pic
Imma dolo type of nigga, always moving on my ten toes
If you got beef, imma step in my Timbo's
When you see Chap, pussy boy do the limbo
I'm lettin' bullets fly like Tom Brady in the end zone
I been a real nigga, MVP when I smoke the shit
I don't do the shit, when you see, probably wit' your bitch
She tryna eat the dick, getting low, we just copped some tint
If we get the drop, now you know, man it's time to bend
I'm with them wild boys and we chillin' with them Cowboys
Let a 30 off, imma hit you with this wild boy
Been a problem child, imma make sure I make some noise
Been a real nigga, when I come up, you gotta make that noise
How you said you slide, every time that nigga off a pill
He ain't really gangsta, if you was you mask up then you drill
Go and get it done, so I'm steady tryna get a mil'
Niggas bitches, worried 'bout these bitches, tryna pay a bill
I don't get in that
If we want 'em dead then we get him whacked
Sent it back
Told the plug really wasn't feeling that
You rentin' that
If you getting money then you spend a bag
Spend a bag
If you getting money you gone get it back
I was with some bitches, ask me Ib if I could get they titties done
Rather buy my kid some sneakers, talking like I got a son
Out the bushes watch him run
Call lil homie, get 'em done
Chap just rolled another one
These dead opps feel my lungs
223's and 9 millies
Rich is when you got a Richie
Wealth is when you got a billy
Ishkabibble's right in Philly
Touching me you talking be silly
Think these props, these is really
Guns squeeze 'em til they empty
Up the score can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Send my youngins fuck the truth
We gone get it sparkin' like 4th of July when we get at you
This is for the family, motivate I gotta get the paper
Take care of my troops and tell my youngins I'm the truth
When I'm steppin' I don't pop my shit, I just leave the proof
I do my work by myself heard folks tell the truth
When I'm out man I barely talk and definitely take no pic
When I'm out man I barely talk and definitely take no pic
Imma dolo type of nigga, always moving on my ten toes
If you got beef, imma step in my Timbo's
When you see Chap, pussy boy do the limbo
I'm lettin' bullets fly like Tom Brady in the end zone
I been a real nigga, MVP when I smoke the shit
I don't do the shit, when you see, probably wit' your bitch
She tryna eat the dick, getting low, we just copped some tint
If we get the drop, now you know, man it's time to bend
I'm with them wild boys and we chillin' with them Cowboys
Let a 30 off, imma hit you with this wild boy
Been a problem child, imma make sure I make some noise
Been a real nigga, when I come up, you gotta make that noise
How you said you slide, every time that nigga off a pill
He ain't really gangsta, if you was you mask up then you drill
Go and get it done, so I'm steady tryna get a mil'
Niggas bitches, worried 'bout these bitches, tryna pay a bill
I don't get in that
If we want 'em dead then we get him whacked
Sent it back
Told the plug really wasn't feeling that
You rentin' that
If you getting money then you spend a bag
Spend a bag
If you getting money you gone get it back
I was with some bitches, ask me Ib if I could get they titties done
Rather buy my kid some sneakers, talking like I got a son
Out the bushes watch him run
Call lil homie, get 'em done
Chap just rolled another one
These dead opps feel my lungs
223's and 9 millies
Rich is when you got a Richie
Wealth is when you got a billy
Ishkabibble's right in Philly
Touching me you talking be silly
Think these props, these is really
Guns squeeze 'em til they empty
Up the score can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
Can't catch up wit' me
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Writer(s): Jacquan Taylor-merchant
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