Catch

Aye bro grab the weed
Aye bro grab the weed
Aye bro grab the weed
Yeah
Aye bro grab the weed

Aye bro grab the weed, I'm buzzin', big buzzin' like bumblebees
Fuck on a bitch while she under me, and I go so deep like a tunnel be
Can't tell what she saying, like mumbling
Done turned that hoe into a running man
She ball on the court like it's Cumberland
She leave like she drunk, she be stumbling
Real nigga come in with the bills
Signing off checks with a quill
You fake on these tracks but act real
Make me pop off ya head like a seal
He claim that he signed for some mils
He a pickle he sign with the deal
Got the ice on it give him the chills
The cadets coming in when we drill

Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, all my niggas gone catch you

Chasing, we chasing we catch 'em, lacing, we lace em with Gretchen
Facing, we facing the pressure, we taking that date with a ratchet
My nigga got za and we matching, flex on the gram and you lacking
We pull up and wipe you like napkin
Soft as some eggs watch me crack em
You see all that heat that we packing
Like we on a trip make it happen
Aggressive we getting the sack and
She foreign like Chan, ain't no Jackie
I'm fresh on a bitch and you tacky
My bitch the same color as khaki
I'm all in her head like it's nappy
If you a real nigga then better tap in

Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, yeah lil nigga I'ma catch you
Don't let me catch you, all my niggas gone catch you



Credits
Writer(s): Thaeous Coker
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